Less You Try Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was virtually a beggar
No good words to hear
From friends or relatives
As they had all become selective

I looked back to glorious past
It had stayed for many years to last
Family had good name
We all had rich heritage to claim

Why did luck change all of sudden?
I could not dream even
Yet it took place much to our surprise
People were turning against our promises

Family business had come to grinding halt
It was no one’s but our fault
We were divided house
Always stood in extreme corner with big grouse

The market got wind of crumbling empire
The good name was to come down sooner
We were to be left homeless virtually
The tragedy took place even shortly

Less you try more it spoils
When luck runs out of favor to avail
Wind too goes against direction
Rest all stays there to speak of ruinous action