Nothing Is Yours Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing is yours including time
Not even day but night sometimes
The best way may be to evaluate what actually you did
Did you get lost or made some gainful lead?

Whatever you earned is for the livelihood
That was your responsibility for searching food
It is immaterial whether it is gold, silver or paper money
But what you got in return is blessings from the almighty

Why do you cry over sudden demise?
Why do you not lament over braking of promises?
You have made it convenient for simple satisfaction
Otherwise it is nothing but despair and frustration

You have nothing to dream in night
As you have done nothing for right
It may give you all the time worries
In night it may go up or down and may vary

Night should not be taken as final refuge
It has to be used as rest hours after day time fatigue
Let natural cycle be not disturbed for silly reasons
You got to act as happy and contended person