Terrible Days Ahead Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Think of terrible days ahead
Before eyes can believe or you are dead
You may go with jute bag full of money
Return with small bag items of essential commodity

Days are not far off when you will have no time
To think about past, present or future sometimes
You would love to cry in one corner of home
Which was built once by you but no one will be ready to welcome

Love is on decline and affection already in vapor
Old people are neglected and have lost honor
In their own home they live like alien
No affinity or attachment or clear lien

You will find man kills man
Woman hates woman and so human to human
Race may become extinct if it continues same
We are solely responsible for it and to be blamed

The prices are sky rocketing
It is impact is in lime light and daily debating
Poor may suffer and middlemen may vanish
For them nothing will be left for fight to finish

Bread will be snatched from your lovely hand
Such will be dreadful scene and visible in trend
As life then will be proved as burden
The change may call all of sudden

I am not pessimist but indication is clear
One must think positive but with coming of fear
The situation is so much alarming
For the whole of mankind surely harming

Floods and earth quakes take heavy toll
Now cyclone creates stir with threatening call
Most of the parts are flooded with water
I fear the scene of universe may suddenly alter