Mere Drill Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mere drill

What is there to write?
And smilingly delight
Or try to fight
Over people's plight

What is new in birth?
Or sadness about death
People come and go
But air in same way blows

Some people are rich
And in position to reach
On the top of the hill
With strong will

I fully agree
And try to see
Some reasons behind
And thirst on to find

No, life has no thrill
It is mere drill
To survive
And live

If someone dies in accident
Or lives in poverty at present
It is included in cycle
And has to be faced by people