With No Complaint Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I know it will not blossom
As there was no scope or room
It was sand all over in desert
How to try earnestly and convert?

It has never witness rain
Life is spent here in pain
No wonder or miracle plays part
Only living things depart

Such is desolate life with no complaint
Sand is pink and color is little faint
It is spread over thousands of miles
Camels and donkeys are ships to sail

Life can be made wonderful
Even if it has limited wish for inner soul
Feel happy and contended
With the way as desert has adopted

Desert is life line
For many a real supply line
The camel ship does it with had work
As if really blessed by the strength of lord