The Hurdles Shall Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is strange
When we are unable to mange
Meet the expectations
And strain the relation

Life is another name of struggle
We are simple and helpless people
We may plan many things
But sure to fail as human being

We want good things forever
But those things come later
When bad phase is over
And we have successfully discovered cover

We may be faced with plight
Things may not move right
You are not to lose patience
The day may turn bright with good chance

Wait for good time
You may miss sometimes
But not always face same
The hurdles shall disappear as they came