The World Is No Easy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

World is no easy place
But that was not created for special races
It was for all to live with love
Faith and religion of course was to be believed

If it was delicate phase
It was to be labored with an ease
Nature too offered ups and down
The struggle was already known

Some of sins are committed by us
We have lost complete trust
We have deserted nature
Green trees are seen no where

He mother cries for children
She can not carry her own load even
The famine and floods take heavy toll
We need to do something sincere for all

Why to blame others?
When blood thirsty brethern offer!
Slavery, starvation and hunger
Where do we go and ask for prayer?

We have witnessed dark clouds
Hey make noise very loud
Warn us about impeding danger
More deaths from own people and anger

It is only pain
And that shall remain
With intensity as unbearable agony
This might have been faced by many