River In Spate Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When rivers are in spate
They become irate
Cause havoc and destruction
With our existence in question

Still we remember her gesture
The life line for our future
Her calm waters turn land fertile
The navigation is brought back to streamline

So our conduct sometime cause concern
Turn good relation into bitterness and return
To the place of hostility
Then we search the good hospitability

Time changes into good will
We are in dilemma still
But good sense prevails
We take steps and never fail again

Such is our human life and journey
We adapt to changes readily
Life never stops but continues to move ahead
If not then we shall remain simply dead