World Can Be Wiped Out Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The inner soul can never lie.
Even when the black nights die
Encourage bright sun to arrive.
That shall face shine to revive

With blessings from God
Remains no tension, worry or load
Lord may help in our true endeavor
Save the dignity and value of honor

We are always grateful
Pray for to be successful
Bow head for peace and grace
Difficulties if that arrive in case

Trust on beautiful hands
That is meant for helping till the end
We have no vision inside
But certainly ask for vision to guide

Candle may light dimly
It may not have power of sun beam or likely
Yet that may take you to some distance
Until wind blows it off by chance

Wish for global happiness
We may not be lucky if that is lost in any case
We want people to survive from any kind of fear
We have lost patience for such painful memory to bear

Still people suffer World War II shocks
Now they lost all hopes and run out of stocks
Let those events be repeated or take place
To wipe out precious lives along with entire races

Are we meant for to be lost in such way?
Are we testing weapons of mass destruction to stay?
Is it not prelude for leading to self destruction?
We have turned deaf and want sophisticated induction

It is reveled "world can be wiped out many more times"
Still weapons will be left to exercise more for future times
Who will suggest and to whom is million rupees question
We, as poets, can hardly dream and present it with imagination