With No Scope Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No scope

It shall not be easy to follow
And go
On curved path
With easy breathe

Life is shrouded with problems
Adding concerns
With no solution in sight
Forcing to adopt wrong path with no delight

It is proving treacherous
With slow progress
And less returns
That turns it into bitterness

Human values are down
With ideals flows
On side track
Keeping everything at stake

It has no scope
And remains non stop
With force to reckon with
And armed with no teeth