Later Life Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Later life

Let us not force
Anyone at once
And take advantage of his helplessness
You shall never have happiness

The person may part with your demand
Submit with unwilling soul and
Curse from inner self
That shall always burn your shelf

It is not good money
That shall bring misery
Later on in your life
It shall become miserable and remain like sharp knife

You will get no chance
To have food with peace chance
You shall suffer with diseases
If you have made such ill gotten access

I have seen people suffering from cancer
Not even able to take sip of water
Their treasure doesn't help them at this time
They are worst sufferer at last time

So earn but with limited interest
Give some restrain to your taste
Greed and jealousy must be kept at minimum
The later life shall be enjoyed at maximum