Resources In Abundance Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Resources in abundance

I smell the dark wood
Totally black and appealing good
I appreciate her approach
She is native of country as such

Not all people feel proud
And say loud
About their country
But she airs at already

"I am part of them"
My body goes in flame
When hear discourteous words
And I feel like drawing sword

She is traditional folk
And many times talk
About nature and motherland
About people and so many friends

So Africa is rising
And surprising many
With natural resources in abundance
And peace is longed at once