Not To Sell Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Confined within dark cell
She could not sell
Her idea to anyone
Not even to her dear one

Nothing was well planned
Not even she wanted
Whatever she had in past
Could not even durably last

I know her plight
She was always right
Intelligent
But fool and innocent

Seized with responsibility
She loves to pray almighty
Stays with family
And shares joyfully

She is mum and silent
Mind is cool and absent
She thinks to star fresh
So does not land it again In mess

She looks at palatial building
Ah! What a place for me in the evening
The house is about to face trouble
Old and weak to crumble

She has bent in back
Vision too lack
She is loosing spirit
With no persons to greet