The End Result Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The end result

You shall be hunted
From pillar to post and insulted
The earth is not place for you
To live here as saint and prove true

Many people have come and gone
So much work has been done
We need to pick small thread
And do something before we are dead

Certainly it is like wild forest
You will have to deliver the best
Stay among devils and good
By sharing same food

You have to face
And chase
All those who try to demolish
And virtually finish

Suffering is not for poor alone
Rich and capable also feel same one
Everyone knows the end result
Truth prevails and not the stunts