With Each Spell Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With each spell

I was forced to change opinion
As tears were brought by pilling of onion
The poverty may be like onion
Also product of nature for common man

How may they be feeling?
I wanted to share as human being
What could I bring out of this?
Natural feeling for my brethren on this revelation

Many times, I have seen old couple on road
Just walking with enough of load
I could also see the beggars
Asking for some chiller

But I saw happiness
On their face
As people here were landing ears
Removing their dislikes and the fears

Why not we feel good?
When nature is blessed by God
We have everything on the earth
Only we need to be tolerant and kind with each spell and breath

I am pained
But I have maintained
Same opinion for the mother earth
As it provides enough and there is no dearth