It Is Compulsion Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is compulsion
The survival is at question
Luck or no luck
One is always struck

Life is as usual
Tough and unusual
It should not be taken as casual
It should be taken seriously as ritual

Go from one corner to another
You will have to shoulder
The responsibility thrust upon
Only to wait for bad time gone

There is no harm
If relation does not remain warm
You will have to be strict
Act according to consciousness and instinct

There may be no gain without pain
One after another for long time to remain
They are to be accepted as big challenges
Put in best efforts to overcome and manage

You are gone if shown little carelessness
That may invite trouble and wild chase
Be little alert and always on guard
Earn maximum with promising worda