Endure Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Human fancy has no end
This is general trend
You are never satisfied
The desire is more and more fortified

At one pace you want to become receiver
Then something compels you to be donor
Do something good for common cause
Look at the past achievement and pause

To some it becomes hollow
And that becomes unbearable to follow
The poverty scares him to end life
It seems sharp edge of knife

The mind is let lose in all the directions
With craziness and imaginations
You ask for things that is nearly impossible
Desire for such things without any struggle

But one thing is sure
There is no cure
It is human nature
Dream for and endure