It Is Our Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is our

No one from heaven
Shall fly in
And land on earth
To save you from death

It is different issue
Where we view
From sultry eyes
And try helplessly

Why do we wait?
For our fate
To be decided
By illusory actor added

We need to think
And sink
Old habits
Rather than counter with fitting tempo

Let us not blame humanity
We are performing already
Many people are helping socially
Poor and rich alike function closely

It is our task
That must start
Confidently and forcefully
As we are equipped with personal capability