Hell With Load Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hell with load

Everybody has to suffer the fate
If he is very late
In awakening
That shall be then his evening

You just pray for self
And try to extract from sea shelf
Whatever you can for happiness
And stay always with peace

The world was same
And now also no change has come
They stand number to finish
But forget that one day they have to parish

Only few pick up the message
And manage
Successfully to reach an end
Before being sent to heaven as dead

Few may make good their existence
Rest may pass time with sad sentences
They may curse and curse god
For giving hell with load