Such Process Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hardly few
Can view
Internal soul
With nice call

So many people
Face the trouble
But never complain
And maintain

They argue with same logic
It is fate or luck
You are suffering
Or enjoying

No one gives anything
Without expectation for something
No one keeps relation
Until has some intention

Other sayings may appear sweet
But people hardly greet
Keep frown on face
And feel proud of race

We are all human beings
Meant for something
To lead the life and enjoy
Make others to live happily with joy