For Their Plight Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I get pleasure
As to have got big treasure
Bu one thing is certain
I care for human pain

I write with cheerful heart
It has got compassionate art
It can breathe and cry
For those who really struggle and try

I know people sleeping on road
After working hard carrying the load
For them, night is real blessing
The tiredness goes off with peaceful snoring

Few people struggle to sleep well
The poor have nothing to tell
Their bones are cracking daily
But the enjoyment is felt really

I keep writing for their plight
I consider it holy task with delight
If I can't help them monetarily
I shall contribute with words if they are needed necessarily