With Rising Sun Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Wishes are like dream of heaven
Evaporate when eyes open
Find reality with naked truth
We all realize the truth

Some people are lucky
Their wish is realized by an almighty
He is always there
Blesses to work without far

Some people are borne unlucky
Their life is full of tragedy
It is uncertain and shaky
Eyes always search for mercy

One thing is certain
God helps them to maintain
Same spirit even in crisis
With earnest start, the smile is brought on face

As seasons change
The person also manages
With rising sun
It ends tragic run

Yes wishes are fulfilled
As desired and liked
So it is often said
'For happiness, no condition is laid'