Life Is Same Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Life has become mechanical
It has not remained natural
There is mad rush for livelihood
The meaning of it is never understood

The material happiness is short
As ship is lying idle at port
The lading part is over
Now it is bare and open

Life is same
No one can claim
As it is unsure
Of near future

That makes man insecure
Finds no more friends near
Only wealth speaks
Mind goes unstable and weak

Nature appeals more
You like seasonal rain and sea shore
You are longing and eager to see
But other things compels you not to be free

You love moon and stars
But they seems to be very fat
You are confined in the room
Out side is nature with blossom