Foe May Dream Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Just little smile
For a while
From dearest friend
Can bring happiness to dead end

It can play
Or take away
Pain and agony
That is beauty from almighty

Why are we so miser?
Not acting as helper
To a troubled world
That is suffering form no feelings with cold

The relation is frozen
World is divided into zones
Blocks, races and color
Where can we go for little honor?

Bear one thing in mind
Many people are still so kind
Noble with affectionate approach
We need to take care of such people

We have yet not come across
Real misery and pain to face
It is much more in intensity
We have no feeling or sensitivity

Will we ever be living?
Lovely entity as human being
Some of the problems may automatically end
Neighbors may envy and foe may dream as friend