For Popular Movement Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

For popular movement


Why do you cry?
And never fly
To new and high altitude
But the luck is too rude

If you consider yourself as king
You can bring tremendous changes
With all options open
To make life as heaven

Why seek advice from others
When you are in position to alter
From bad luck to good luck
Even if you are struck

In individual capacity
You have capability
To deliver good
For self and in neighborhood

You are master
And can take steps further
For opening new days
And firmly stay

Take steps ahead
And carve out lead
For improvement
And for popular movement