With Work Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My first scene before eyes
Comes on without my try
Just folding of hands automatically
And go to prayers internally

It is just beginning
Out side, the birds are chirping
The cuckoo is making sweet melody
I remember all and get ready

Nothing is planned in advance
The sun rays appear at once
I venture out to have lucky chance
The whole of world seems to be at variance

I keep all in memory
As mind is laden with worries
The thoughts enter mind
For the comforts and other means to find

It is not easy to find job
Get enough to support
Fulfill their wishes
With day to finish

But they are all reasonable
Understand about my days of struggle
I make day with hard work
Evening is pleasant with no word