So Much Talk Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why people talk so much?
About life and get afraid as such
What does life do to human being?
Poor remains poor and king remains king

What is so unusual about it?
Why not we remain happy and greet?
If some one is great, let him remain so
Why not you try for it and grow?

The arguments often come forward
People try to interpret with intelligent words
I see no reason why at all it should be made!
So horrible in look and like edge of blade

Yes, it is alright to poor
There is no problem if people show the exit door
Life may meet with respect and dishonor
But that problem is not major

It certainly demands classic struggle
Bid to survive and come out of troubles
That is the way you try to deal
And have the pulse to feel real

What is the joy if you face no odd?
Where is cheer to greet and add?
Life is not what it looks
The head must nod and shook

I have said always
That river has definite ways
To flow in curve path
Even if that meets with untimely death