True Human Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Until you have passed through that stage?
You won't know the real rage
That waits for eruption in open
This is how taken lace the revolutions

Sometimes it is our creation
That we pay little attention
For our plight
And resort to begging as right

We lose the hope
And flop
Even after having two hands
To work hard and reach good end

The society must provide
An opportunity to reside
In proper place and work hard
For simple life onward

Hard work has no other option
It has to be taken further with dedication
The way shall be made open
They too then shall be called true human