We Lack Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We lack

Itchy
It itches
When someone reaches
At break point and preaches

Love has nothing to do
Without passing through ordeal
And getting to know
The real pain and then show

Love towards mankind
And really remaining kind
Towards their agony
And pray for their happiness to an almighty

You will know only when experience
Love is chance
To know the poor and downtrodden
That shall awaken your soul to see the real heaven

Your conscious may start thinking
And try to help with breaking
Of distance and disliking
You shall then know real liking

Love has something to do with passion
And leaning toward human relation
That is real sentiment
And we lack it at present