Hard Compulsion Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wish
And want to finish
The day with success
With full access

Not for material gain
But to feel pain
Of common man
As human

How can one endure?
Such unsecured future!
Without knowing more
How to explore?

Laborer finds no for whole day
If rain pours on the way
No work is found
There is complete water on ground

Why farmers commit suicide?
I was unable to decide
May be hard compulsion
With lots of confusion

Life is not to be ended
Or not to be traded
For simple reason
That we are really good persons