Mere Puppets Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mere puppets


You are mere puppet
Real power decides your fate
You are late to realize
But our brain has little size

When he has granted intelligence?
You are trying to prove innocence
As if you know nothing
And he will only help for something

Who stops anyone from performing?
And informing
The soul to take real course
Instead cursing self for all remorse's?

He is perfect embodiment of love
Just pray and believe
Everything shall turn good
The meaning shall be understood

Why boost self assessment?
When we are mere clay element
Wait to disintegrate any time
And leave behind footsteps for crime