Human Touch Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

A human touch

We are all made of clay
So have to break one day
Merge with same earth
Upon meeting the death

We are sensitive
And very much selective
Little pain makes us to cry
Still we rise and try

Neighbor’s agony troubles us
As we have feeling and trust
He is first man to call upon call
We need to rush when he faces fall

We react to any natural disaster
Cyclone, flood and rail mishaps make us to offer
Any help that can be rendered
It is human feeling and touch that matters

Yes you must respond
Try to stay and correspond
With whatever compassion you have
Humanity demands that you must feel and behave