Some One May Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Lovely flower
In desert after rainy shower
So beautiful and all alone
Where the praising eyes gone?

I have come up in dead zone
But nothing has been done
In this cruel world
"Orphan" I have been labeled

Here might be some compulsion
I shed tears over big question
Some one has to be saved
The little one is to be cared

At least some one may hear
Cry in morning with fear
The little flower may be picked
With so much pity and liked

The journey may be unknown
Yet good wishes are flown
Shown in gesture
The fate is sealed for future

Nothing can be done
As millions are left alone
In the streets
To be eaten by dogs or saved very late