Some Spare Space Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Yes, it kills your conscience
Pushes to ignorance
Takes you to another land
Where only prevail s some funny arguments

It makes you to argue
And bring back to undue
Scene that is imagery
To add more worries

The sleep is taken away
Days are laden with load all the ways
Mind works in dead zone
Devastated and ravaged worst than cyclone

There is no remedy
Until addressed with speedy resolution
Some is there to help in need
You are given timely feed

Worries are now off
You can easily laugh
The smile rushes on face
You have some spare space