Last Days Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

If not last days
But worst ways
We may face
And mad race

Material gain will be prime object
We my involve in crime acts
Snatch the bread by force
And face the curse

Nobody would feel safe
As there will be no café
To have drink or snacks
You may feel the bite of snakes

We are observing nature’s wrath
How many unnatural deaths?
By cyclones
Alone!

The winter is playing game
We still claim
Supreme
And avoid him

Yes these are worst days
To experience in many ways
No human shall help human
Men may hate men and women may likewise for women