Hell Sent Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hell sent

Barren vast land
Look at and find no end
No one may answer
Why god created such vast dry cover?

But it has many aspects
How many lives live as insects?
Even though barren and dry
It has its own track to try

Now a day's black gold
Openly solon market
For progress
With lots of access

Nights are cool
With lots of animals
Coming out in night
And enjoy it right

Us has its own charm
Like sea, it also keeps you warm
Nights are pleasant
But days are hell sent