Little Change Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Ask not who you are
You are messenger
Like Christ
Who had humanly thirst?

You might have been left on road
To bear brunt or load
But most unfortunate part
That from civility you have to depart

Parents are more responsible
For creating such problems
Child has come on earth
But facing each second a living death

How any abuses from all corners?
Hell on earth for new comers
It is really troubled mind
And no real place to find

Anybody may feel sick
As he shall no desire to seek
Little place with peace
Life is in turmoil and not at ease