How To Pull On Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Let flute remain silent
But music should remain present
It is life of peasant
That gives happiness instant

That flute aired
Song of past walled city
That kingdom had and ushered
The theme really centered

Days were simple and straight
Rain made show at al over sites
The farmers were happy at arrival
The seasons knock just casual

There is nothing to remember about past
The anti natural drive has taken deep roots fast
Trees are no more and turned into concrete jungle
Here starts disaster and trouble

There is nothing left to sing
It has appeared to bring
Cyclones, non-seasonal rain
It adds to farmer’s pain

Many are committing suicide
They are unable to decide
How to pull on with the family
Curse is falling constantly from an almighty