Aim To Malign Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Aim to malign

It was there this before
Keeping everything in store
For mankind with grace
To keep smile on their face

The sky kept secret
And did not let
Design to be unfolded
But colors were added

Rain was hitting ground
To be found
With welcome
And garlanded to come back home

So it was holy
And acted as an perfect ally
To rush with aid
In amount and quality unsaid

It has not changed thereafter
We have gone mad after
Not caring and destroying nature
With aim to malign her