At No Times Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I stopped for a while
Normally it is not my style
I hurried up and sum up soon
As run was racing for noon

I forgot my existence
Made no insistence
Yet thrived for good relation
With smile and indication

Have I to worry?
To feel later on very much sorry
To collect more in life
Then face the wrath of knife

I never cared for worldly affairs
I felt it totally unfair
Nothing was useful
They were making me fool

Yet something was needed
Wife was essential and to be wedded
One company for whole of journey
I prayed for her blessings and mercy

She has brought lots of khushi* happiness
I always shine with red cheeks
She is with me all the times
I miss her at no times