No Magic To Play Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No magic

No magic takes place
But increases mad race
For quick gain
Still same status remain

Nobody wants to work hard
But prefers to listen sugar coated words
That gives false hope
And finally all hopes fail

How can there be solution?
Without strong resolution
On the part of an individual
When he takes it in a manner so casual

You shall never become millionaire
If only make an attempt in sleep to explore
Face no challenges
And get slipped from slope

There is no magic
Or basic
It can lead to disastrous call
As all hopes shall dash against strong wall

One thing is certain
And that surely remains
With no role for magic to play
We must seek honorable way