Powerless Animal Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

What can be life and how to make it worth?
Was it only taking birth and finally conceding to death?
What are we expected to perform after taking birth?
Live like animals, do nothing and make it unworthy

We have made it secondary over some issues
Life meant to be earning with whatever possible dues
Materialistic gain and no worth contribution
Life is made like worthless institution

We all know child age is important
We can’t remain that ignorant
We give whatever we can to the lovely child
So he can fearless enter lovely field

With all lovely education life is made open
It is lovely enterprise and with full of challenges thrown
Person gains height or gracefully goes down
Rectify the mistakes and only folly to own

Life is difficult on for those persons
Who have in life and wants to worth with some noble reasons
Rest all die like insects without doing much
Their end is also tragic and terribly spent as such

Life is called mystery
Enough has been dwelt at length in history
Many may breathe with chicken heart
As life may seem to be only dirt

I have wished it to go well
So in ordinary way I can explain and tell
What are we supposed to perform as powerless animal?
But at least understand its worth and not draw the load as camel