Daily Miss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Daily miss

Everything you lack
Still you stake
For the position
Amidst confusion

You failed to show
Where you intend to go
And what is your goal
You simply gave call

God is not meant for this?
You pray daily and miss
Ask for magic stick to remove
All ills and give chance to prove?

Sometimes, we as poet, misguide
Present views to coincide
With what pleases ordinary people
And leave them to struggle

It is better we all pray
And seek new way
Where we face fewer difficulties
And still live with niceties