The Prospectus Shall Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I thanked lord
For bringing me in this beautiful world
What type of words could I offer?
I silently bowed head and offered prayers

The magic touch was given
And I was happily driven
With all the touch of heaven
I had no option but to think about the theory of divine

There was someone
Who controlled all of us one by one?
He was benevolent and merciful
We all begged with eyes tearful

Somewhere we have proved as liars
As no good things have felled to our ears
We have tried to destroy the nature
And doomed the future

The new generation shall never pardon
And the prospectus shall remain
Not encouraging as was expected
We should remain wisely acted