You Shall Survive Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We are caught
Like sandwich with thoughts
How to go with it?
Or refrain to greet

It is known
And we too own
Our own band wagon
To move on

We go to act
And ride in fact
With any situation
For life's continuation

When no invisible hand
Relieves you from dead end
You are seeking mercy
With open hand prayer to almighty

You are broken completely
With no sigh of relief available readily
You are desperate but yet enthusiastic
Life can not b turned into static

You are at sea again
With venture to regain
It is open challenge
You have decided to manage

There is helping hand
From his end
You shall survive with success
The cheers may return on face