Make It Simple Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Make it simple

It was no way
That you tried to go away
Find path for future
Without making it sure

The soul was made shaky
With no certainly
In approach
To reach destination

You had no will
And powerful instinct to kill
That made you weak
And you were not able to speak

It was instinct
That tried to instruct
And find real path
But you had no powerful breathe

So search in
Try to see soul's role in win
Make simple drive
And you shall survive