Dreamy Heaven Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It looks senseless
When I fail to face
The criticism
Raised about humanism

Who am I to raise bogey?
When they suffer due to bad luck from almighty?
Or at least I am made to understand
Is it natural and logical stand?

Still I revolt
And open the bolt
From rusted doors
To work for poor

It is not fortune
That swings to tune
But our efforts
That takes boat to port

Simple gesture
May make their future
To our utter surprise
That shall look full of promises

I pray with two hands
And sincerely fold
For deprived brethren
Who sees chance in dreamy heaven?