For Next Day Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Yet we hope to survive for next day
Pray for it and in sleep to go away
To his fold permanently not to be alive
But find next day's bright sun to relive

Such is the tragedy
Created by almighty
So live by each moment
Enjoy and never resent

It is given as gift
Yu have no right to make any shift
Not to end precious gift in haste
As it will then be sheer waste

Go for services of poor
If some one has shown the door
If you so much fed up
Then keep mouth shut

Think peacefully
Trust faithfully
Pray in earnest
You will get best

Never endure pessimism
Stay tuned to optimism
That is the vision
So no more confusion

No one knows when it will end
But it is certain and signal is sent
It may end without notice
Before it is late so fulfill the promise