Feel No Bad Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I raised head
To be clearly heard
By almighty
And shower the pity

It was not his doing
As I was just playing
With fire and spoiling
The internal rage was boiling

Why was I not blessed enough?
Why was I treated rough?
I had no answer
But got it later

I was simple and ordinary
Had not enough means to be called necessary
To show the world about enough treasure!
Which I was in scarce for sure

“Oh, that poor man is nice and good”
He is liked by all in the neighborhood
“You can call him even at midnight”
He will be at your service outright

Even though I had earned respect
But it was not out of honorable act
I had limited means and that they knew
It was with scant respect that they always viewed

Some times it drove me crazy
Why was not made so much happy?
At one moment I would be complaining
And very next moment coolly remaining

Many people suffer same situation
But maintain cordial relation
Feel no bad or take at heart
It is time to remain together and not part