No Class Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No class

The God has created class
For mass
To make passing effort
With dedication and support

It is not favour
To rich or poor
It is for mankind
To learn how to be kind

No one has survived
And lived
In isolation
With strained relation

The life's journey is beautiful
With birds and animals in plentiful
The trees giving shed to strangers
Even if they are not travellers

Nature is great
And forces you to eat
The seeds from her belt
The fragrance shall always be felt

Life gives no second chance
For making miss at once
You have made it pass
So you take into account great loss