Until I Saw Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

How many changes to witness?
When walk along river and face
River knows it alone but flows
In silence and not low any one to know

Life you live, but curse fall on others
As the river rushes ahead for path to alter
How many times it strikes at both banks?
To deliver the death blow and thank

You give importance to pain and agony
But think of plight faced by so many
It is either by your action or inaction
It has direct bearing on relation

It may bring unforeseen results
That shall remain strongly built
Do not magnify your pain
But compromise and remain fully contended

It is possible that you are suffering
But that may be point for differing
It is like until “I saw man with no limbs”
I had no desire to scale the peak or climb