Keep Me Poor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Keep me poor
Tuesday, July 20,2021
10: 08 AM

I shall afford
any condemned word
you can cut my throat with a sword
but love shall be my arrow toward

keep me poor
but stop not love coming from neighbour
let me enjoy a smile from next door
let me store joy indoor

I shall let go a thousand foes
but one love character doesn't go
I shall worship love god
and share any burden or load

if love is my entity
and solid base for the integrity
I shall prefer it for humanity
and consider it blessings from an almighty

let hate disappear
and love appear
from the rear

to say 'hello dear'
Dr. Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt