How Best We Can Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Once fired from gun
The bullet has to run
In air and strike the target
It may hit on the sport and direct

Such is reality in life to shape the fate
Spoken words are like bullets
They may destruct the good relation
If uttered in disgust with bad intention

Life is granted to you as token of love
One must live within and believe
It is precious and has to be preserved
Some of the golden rules are to be observed

If you act carefree and like idiot
You will be encountered and caught
Each move will be observed and pointed out
You conduct will be openly talked about

We know it is open ended
It can never be traded
There is no loss or gain
It is hard and full of pain

How best we make use?
Understand its essence and do not confuse
The middle way can be made worth living
It is no use for aimless diving

So take it in a way you like
Concentrate fully and strike
Something will be yielded
Two joints may remain welded