At Dead End Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing is lost
It does not cost
You are worth millions
And knows as civilians

What is at stake?
Why to do it for somebody's sake?
You are chief architect and designer
Come out with brave face and offer

The sun is always there
The moon is cool in night here
Why you want to miss natural bliss?
Everything is here for not to miss

Find not fault
Either with self or inbuilt
Everybody is same
No one can claim

You shall be called useless
If died aimless
Did nothing for motherland
And reached at dead end