Only Curse Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have nothing to speak in favor
For nature
And its pleasure
For our future

What does it do?
What does it pass through?
We have no words
We can only thank lord

The free and pure air
River with fresh water
The wind to blow gently
And provide comfort silently

The mountains to confide
With life saving medicine to provide
You have everything
So miss nothing

Go for real happiness
Never spoil its beauty in any case
You shall lose everything
The earth may have only curse to bring

We are like flowers
As if come up from rainy shower
It was never a miracle
But almighty blessed the people