The Lost Ground Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing has been defined
It is all we assume and try to shine
This is correct way of dealing
The wound may need some kind of healing

Do we not know the outcome?
Do we ever welcome?
Sit peacefully and think over
How to work hard and recover!

Destiny or no destiny
We are here by grace of an almighty
We need to survive and last
The time shall be moving very fast

You may come across
With many losses
And treachery of people
Yet you need to move ahead and struggle

Make determined bid to surge
The ill feelings shall be purged
It shall instill self confidence
The lost ground shall be recovered at once