Kids Prove Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dreams and desires know no bounds
It should always ring in air and sound
It must appeal and arouse feeling
One must show eagerness in availing

Not all families are provided
Or naturally aided
Yet the child learns from compulsion
He sees reason and finds no confusion

If tea seller can become Prime Minister
Or an ordinary man can become great scholar
Nothing can stop future growth
If mind is filled with fresh breath

We express our sorrow and show pity
But this all happens as per destiny
If that is bound to happen
It may shape in poverty even

Many rich people's kids prove rotten
The pleasure of having plenty taken them further down
Whereas poor boy has lot more to face and fight!
He finds ditch before and sea behind to feel right