Profess Others Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Profess others

You won't improve
Until disparately driven
Made to work hard for two square meals
And faced very harsh deal by fate

All sweet talks
When you listen with good quotes
Who has time to listen to inner call?
Until you are well off and face no hurdles

Thos who have full belly
And no problem for money
They will speak of peace and love
Profess for others to believe

Hungry or starved people
Will have to struggle
Raise hands for mercy
And pray for betterment to almighty

Despite no relief from luck side
They coincide
Their luck to mighty stars
Who shape the destiny and are very far

The families with enough of resources
Can think with enough of sources
Keep peace at heart
And still play part