Beyond Class Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Beyond class

Sometimes I feel like to venture
In vacuumed and assure
About my being in life
As good human being

What was I to do?
And pass through
An ordeal
That I was to face in real

Many times I thought of futility
That was set by an almighty
What was I suppose to carry out?
And still show that I was worth trust

At each step, I came across
Human losses
For no fault of theirs
Still they were sufferer

It made me to think
And sink
In those areas
Which were really beyond my class?