God, Bless You Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

'God, bless you' and how are you?
Posed a direct question what I knew about 'Thou'
'No simply not 'never I tried,
'So is the problem' and she cried,

I am at the age of fifty one,
Look after nobody and care no one,
Up the sky and down the earth,
Still I hope there could be someone,

'Why so pessimist and no good faith'
I asked when visibly moved
”Still I have to take more breath,
Gone are gone and left with some years,
But still I may hold no more tears”,

Still I am young but not so aged,
left with no thought but feel caged,
Honour still not lost and damaged,
Prestige not over and still have salvaged,

Have two sons younger and older,
younger is childish and older so wiser,
Older saves more and do a good job,
Younger plays merry and make big rob,

Kid’s stay with me but no more money,
Younger still do nothing and spend on honey,
Still I do make, no such grievance,
Guide him to a path for san extravagance

'Are we on same path' asked old lady,
'No, not the same' but 'yes' to it,
have no problem and plenty just to eat,
'Oh, God, ” allow me a candle just to lit,

I was just not taken a back,
life was just full of pack,
fire before face and well just back,
I will not show and issues rack.