For Piece Of Bread Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have got what I wanted but had not
The scuffle was unnecessarily fought
For a piece of tiny land
As if it was heavenly sent

There is daily struggle for piece of bread
Life is at risk and not peacefully leads
Where to go and find the advice?
Words spoken are coated very nice

I will not know who is friend or foe
I am unsure when he will leave me and go
Yet I have to believe him and retain
Even if no warm but cordial relation to maintain

I know they will stab me at any place
I will find no time to race
Life is reduced to just piece of paper
Bubbles may rise but disappear in water

What have we turned life into?
To gain the hold whether true or untrue
Real hell to visit once in life
Cut the throat with edge of knife

Confine the self in corner of home
No one may object and always welcome
You can not see the real world
The soul and body is already sold