Very Existence Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life is dear to all
But we need to respond to call
It poses no threat
Only we need to greet smilingly

Why do we wait form outside help?
It amounts to receiving slap
How shall we look towards?
With promises so hollow with words

We know weather God is not favorable
It adds unbearable torture and compels to struggle
What can we do to monsoon?
It makes to sweat more in noon

We have lost no hope
But life stops
At some point
Farmers commit suicide

No support is forthcoming
The misery is looming large
We have no option but to end
Very existence that we consider as friend