Many People Talk Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Our life is like pack of cards
It shall not remain stable with words alone
You have to build it by useful work
For self, in neighborhood and for world

When I say” entire world”
As I have been told
It is community or village we live in
Create for them lovely scene

Prayers place must be flocked
By people living in and around
Wishing for peace and stability
And always praise for almighty

I am no religious man
But yes, I think of human being
Why can’t they live peacefully on earth?
Many people talk senselessly about death

It is crocodile’s tear
When we go to share
A grief undergone by neighbor
With lips service to offer

We have double way of living
One is or self believing
And another is for deceiving
Such is our way of dealing