Movement On Land Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Movement on land

Not all pregnancies conceived
Might be well received
Some may terminate in between
And some may successfully seen

Such is yard stick
From luck
We often leave it to fate
But realize fact very late

How come we all live permanently?
Get never separated from family
Never die and go away from this lovely earth?
Expand family without fear of death

Nothing of such sort takes place
We are almost powerless
Nature takes its own course
Whether we enjoy it or curse

So it is wish of supreme power
That takes over
Wheel in hand
And guides full movement on land