By Many Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You are lucky man
To have settles as noble human
The word used for world is "cruel"
It is in your hand how to feel

If you are given
Power to be forgiven
Use it to the best level
For need people

People are smart enough
To treat you rough
Once purpose is over
You will be pushed back forever

So jump in when necessary
You may feel weary
When unnecessary hurdle shall be created
Sometimes you shall be cheated

So make world to suit you
It is also true
We are to live in harmony
But not to be fooled by many