Humanitarian Theme Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I came across enthusiastic person
So many dreams in life and to be realized with reasons
To undertake on the spot study about misery and plight
To wage a war against poverty and in real terms a fight

In his opinion it was crusade or holy war
So far he had not come out of his luxury car
He had specious villa and many servants to the service
Yes he felt like doing some noble service with promises

He used to boost me about his venture
Jokingly we may remind him about adventure
He will jump to his feet and make it sure
He will take it in no time in near future

He had heard about old people and not looked after well
Left alone by their children with horrified tell
Full of pathetic condition and almost tears in eyes
What was left for him to decide and earnestly try?

He took his car and preferred long drive in country yard
They were not far away but lived life substandard
Not enough to feed for family and for aged parent
They had all the curses for self only to resent

"It can't be called adventure" I will pose question and satire
What you dream about can not be called as your future?
Millions rot in same condition here
Make your thrust felt in real areas or somewhere

"Some kind of interest is to be developed"
You are future hope and must think how it can be stopped
Pick your carrier and start form grass root level
You ambition and goal may certainly speak well

He was persuaded to remain realistic
As he had not even figures which can be called statistic
He decided to look through all relative terms
And then go on with the schemes to deliver in turn

I wished him success in life and prosper
Many people may simple dream abut and whisper
Here was person with at least some novel scheme
With no clue how to start with yet working on humanitarian theme