Life Playes Cruel Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life plays cruel

Mind stays on shaky hill
Where there will be no will
Sometimes you want to be ordinary man
And sometimes as super human

You can't be the man of dream
But can trip
Life in accordance
Once you have chance

Nothing takes place
When you are passing through bad phase
You can console by putting words with ink
And possibly and coolly think

One may think high
And fly
With good ideals
To work for poor people

But life plays cruel role
With no for aim or goal
You are discouraged from pursuing
Even though the future may seem shining