An Art Of Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

An art of living

I feel no remorse
At the treatment with manner less behavior
And not befitting to human values
That is happening in most of the cases

I have undergone sufferings
Even as human being
Sometimes chained and beaten
And finally driven out of home

I think it is third generation
That has come into being in relation
All of them enjoying real comforts
Whereas am pushed in this heartless desert

I shall bless them where ever they are
What difference it makes whether they are far or near
I have been pushed too far
To carry load any further

Even animals show due care
What has happened people everywhere?
Why sudden change in loving hearts?
Is it taught in schools of "art in living"?