I Am Poor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am poor
But you reach through back door
I am eagerly awaiting
And consciously forgetting

Yes you were rich
But had reached
To me in earnest
Acted s very best

How can I forget?
When you stated
"I love you"
I did not take it s true

You made me to thrill
Even though I lacked skill
You went with the voice of inner call
I too did not care for high wall

We were out to stand in open
The world was not kind even
We took step and went for alliance
It was heavenly sent chance