New World Order Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When you think of today
Make way
For past to be swept
And the tradition to be kept

You were son of wealthy man
Now you are poor man
That fact still hunts you
But this is true

Today should not be marred
When fact is heard
From the people around
And you lose the ground

Try to hold
And be bold
To live in world
As the stories are told

Yes, sun may bring bright tomorrow
That shall allow
New world order
For you to wonder