Toil Hard Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Toil hard

I am struck with same old pattern
Express concern
Go in turn
For reprisal with intention to burn

You are turning ravager
With blindness and anger
The mind is out of control
You can expect only fall

There is no place for counter attack
When you find interest at stake
And find no place to come out
You shall remain calm and not shout

Slowly you shall cool down
Try to know where you own
Mistakes and failure
It shall then allow you to make sure

Anger destroys everything
The empire is lost by king
Family relation is spoiled
No reward for good work even if toiled hard