I Smile Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am simple man
Simple, caring and human
Lovely father and head of the family
Pious, tolerant and fearful of almighty

What does worry me?
Why am I not free?
What does bother often?
These questions emerge all of sudden

The day passes of quickly with occupation
The worries fail to ride in succession
I work like donkey and share the burden
I am really happy with the worries laden

Almost reasonable and with compromising nature
I m known in circle as “Mr. assure “
I have solution for other people
Who are afraid to struggle?

They rush to me at odd hours
I try to assuage their feelings and fear
I have lot more to worry myself
But it makes me to think of treasure lying at shelf

Why do I care so much?
Why life should be taken care of as such?
I get the answer from question
I smile at people and always mention