With Variance Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing is going to drain
When you realize the life mission of its own
We are here only as missionary
Must lead simple life as visionary

If not then trust only almighty
He may feel mercy and pity
We are destined to suffer and enjoy
Life must be seen as instrument of struggle and joy

Life is not in your hand
That is defined and destined
You can’t lead it as imagined
You have limits and totally confined

All good and bad things are observed
You may get honor if deserved
Nothing will come to you by surprise
It will be only when you come out true with promises

So lead it for others and rule the kingdom
Such chances come rarely or seldom
We must exploit it as per clear conscience
Life will be presented you with variance