Address Future Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Address future

We need no saints
Or sages
For running life's journey
As we are called capable enough to carry

We are down
Only when
Odds are against us
And people refuse to trust

Wherever you lay hands!
Matter abruptly ends
In disfavor
And your you are subjected to torture

Let us admit on the face
No one shall trust human race
As it has double standard of living
With dubious way in staying on earth

You are turning on'faith key'
When there is no alternative way
That can take them to some position
Else it is unclear and they remain in confusion

We are sometimes called crooked creature
And so far it has proved for sure
We turn to prayers and donations
When there is no open options

Let us be fair
When we misbelieve creator
Take to offensive posture
As if we have power to address future