Dews Start Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel world
Around
So beautiful
And purposeful

How many human lives?
Move and believe
With single faith
Till death

That is simple beauty
Drawn on human being already
It gives them little respite
Why at all we feel jealous and fight?

Even though I am not bestowed
But still allowed
With freedom
And wisdom

I draw strength
From fresh breathe
In early morning
When dews start waning

I find nature's presence
With love's essence
The birds are still in nest
Never know what shall be waiting for test?