Move To Door Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Move to door

Whether rich or poor
You have to move door to door
For keeping contact
It is face

How come poor suffer?
Why does anyone get anger?
If that is destiny
One has to carry

Yes with empty
Belly and poverty
One remains unspoken
For the sufferings undergone

Even rich spent life worst than poor
They have everything at disposal but lay on floor
Can't eat anything as they like
Doctor has given him strict warning to dislike rich food

So spend the life in better way
Knowing where at all to say
Either with burden in mind
Or showing happiness at the mercy and kindness