Open Field Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Open field

No more sadness
Only cheers on face
The word is so beautiful
To live and be purposeful

Why do we cause harm?
When everything around is warm
So friendly and welcoming
You always feel homecoming

Nature acknowledges
And beats
Drum with wind blow
And allows first air in nostrils

Such is open field
Where you are held
As child of god
To share burden and load

You are told to go ahead
Live your way "with one word said"
This is your world, manage
Rewrite history with page

So we live
And believe
In humanity and brotherhood
Spread it with little capacity in neighborhood