Act Wise Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I know I shall be killed
I also that I shall be pushed
Until I prove powerful
I shall never be successful

Why so much attempt or drive?
Why there is persistent effort to survive?
There seems to be all out effort to revive
It is desire to think peacefully and live

Normal man no place at all
His economic condition bars it all
He can not stand honorably
He has to fail all the time miserably

But see honestly behind this thought?
The real battle is unnecessarily fought
We often claim” truth wins last round”
Such sign is not seen or found

Only mighty survives
Comfortably drives
Simple man dies in street
Thee is no one to lift

He stands amused
Sees all around and find refused
In all fronts whether socially or otherwise
He has to keep quite and act wise