Make It Lovely - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
I wish I could make it lovely land
Not building castle in air or palaces with sand
I want it friendly and very congenial
Lovely to see it as very beautiful
Why turn it in living hell?
When we can do and perform very well
God has made it for us to live
Why not we shed differences and believe?
Why go for high expectations and later on suffer?
Why build distrust and widely and conceptually differ?
Who may benefit out of it then loose completely?
The sense should come to us all even lately
There is nothing to grieve
We must have faith and surely to believe
What can’t be built around must be done?
The bad days are over and simply forgotten
I deeply search the soul and ask for nothing
Wait for its response and respond to something
It has full sanction with moral authority
The love and not the hate may be of super quality
We got to be watchful for our actions
There may be numerous sections
Each taking its due share and rejoice
That should be accepted as without choice
Let nature rule supreme and excel
We all adhere to sanctity and do well
Air, water and land is given free
Let there be enough care for raising the trees
We have nothing to do with unnatural rain
Our worry and concern should not rule as main
We respect and obey the ground rules
Else nature will turn against us and we may look fools
We have witnessed and continue to be afraid
The cyclone and flood destruction has gone often unsaid
So much colossal loss and we stand as helpless
We have nothing to show as achievement on face
We may not remain alive to witness
The future generation may not pardon us less
They may blame it for our inaction
So it is time to offer and come out with corrective action
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