On Arrival First Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have reason
As person
On this beautiful earth
To live with peace till death

I have been sent
To present
His message
In all the ages

I am not here to become
And welcome
Hatred
To cause people dead

If I get two times square meals
I shall feel
It is blessings from an almighty
Who is so kind to everybody?

What is poverty?
And what is in plenty?
You need what is essential
To live with message as casual

Propagate me in any form
And inform
To people who are leading like an animal
On arrival