Nothing In Baggage Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing in baggage

You landed with empty hand
No family, enemy or friends
It was just arrival on new land
Totally strange earth's end

You were with barren atmosphere
And straightway feared
Parents fed you with baby food
You then felt very good

Later on you grew
And knew
The futility of life's mission
It was full of confusion

You were now strong enough to now
And go
By self intelligence
With clear stance

Life was barren
With no treasure to be taken
While leaving this world
"It was futile attempt" the advice was repeatedly told

Still it was prime aim
And we claimed
To take nothing in luggage
But go bare foot with an old age