Small Hut In Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Small hut in

Too far away and at distant place
To fear no hate from any races
I want to build small home
To be called so and welcome

It is not only dream
But desire shines in mind with beam
It throws light how it shall function
Without any confusion

Small and in open
Like live heaven
Where birds come and make sweet melody in their voice
I find this one as real choice

The city has concrete jungles
Where only we find crowd of people
With intention of making two ends to meet
Shaking hands without warmth to greet

I shall say bye to city
And stay in less populated country side
With less facilities
But with common natural utilities