A Lot Of Misery Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You brought the misfortune and lot of misery
I was brought to penniless condition devoid of money
It was never the same situation as before
I was thinking of it seriously therefore

Was it my bad luck or failing stars?
Was my destiny shaped from too far?
What had it to do with falling standard?
What precaution was to be taken from the start?

I think my over ambition was all that responsible
Some of the circumstances were totally enforceable
They could have been avoided without much problem
The greed and desire was emanating from the stem

There is no end to wishful thinking and desire
I am firm holder of the views and never admire
Still it occupies in the life as main interest
We are going after it and try for the best

It may not succeed at all as desired
It may stand in vain and misfired
All calculations may go wrong
You will find it difficult to go along

Had been living in contended position?
There should have been altogether different proposition
It was not at all difficult to sustain the drawbacks
The things might have been improved after initial setbacks

One should not blame the situation or circumstances
We are the creator of our own doing in the presence
We must remain within our own limitations and act
There is no other recourse to for it and react

It may come to you if it was really meant for you
This is, to some extent, very much very true
It is not coming to anybody without great efforts
They must not only maintain good relations but rapports also