Change In Human Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hands
That can turn land
Into fertility
With good quality

Hands that can plough
And allow
Green harvest
To feed the mankind in manner best

It is for helping needy
As massager from an almighty
For people suffering with poverty
And living almost hungry

Many suffer with incurable diseases
We can hear their voice full of moan and curses
They are living for the want of simple death
If our hands can lay a wreath

If we can move hand in curly hair
Of an orphan and give two words fair
The God shall smile from heaven
To witness sudden change in human