Granted Seldom Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I never gave serious thought
Never engaged in mind and fought
Yes it was must to know the origin
Its purpose and real mission

Everybody is in doubt
No one talks about
It is serious matter
One should not leave it for later

Are we here to collect spoils?
Or go after luxury and avail
Think of merry making and involve
Where all sorts of game is revolved

No, this can not be the real aim
We must think of humanity and claim
That we are very much part of universe
There is no fun in criticizing it with curse

Yes everything is defined
Its words are not refined
It is presented in simple form
Only people need to be well informed

Even rich or poor we leave aside
The difference remains very wide
Some one sees it as only medium
Others see it as an opportunity granted seldom