Dust In Body Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dust in body

Friday, April 6,2018
5: 46 AM

There remains dust in body
That can never be cleaned by anybody
Not even by powerful instrument
We all know but refuse to comment

So we remain fully engulfed
With jealousy and greed
Selfishness is just the factor to mention
We are good at keeping no good relation

As such humanity has suffered a lot
We are caught unaware
As a result being, innocent bleed
Their appeal goes unheeded

It is our low mentality and greed
They make them bleed
Raise hands for peace
And literally, beg to allow then life at an ease

Some may improve upon time
But rest is committing the crime
People are forced to flee
Leaving homeland to find no home and spend time with misery