Little Sorry Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Worry will make you little sorry
Make you bull for burden to carry
Break you body tore part
Hasten your death to depart

Body may look intact but slowly burn
All parts may loose harmony and turn
Against your wish and disobey
You will not want any more to stay

It has always been formidable weapon
You cause the worry and battle is won
Enemy may die for the concern of what will happen
He will loose half the empire before even

It can be planed any where
By almighty and even by anybody who can dare
Leave behind spark of suspicion
And it may pose very big question

The tree may burn whole by lightening strike
The poor may die even with fear of price hike
Tomorrow may seem to be a great burden
Person may think more of it and die in turn

Wife may think often about divorce
This may be compelling force
Nobody will be at ease
The worry must be controlled before its release

It should not be caused to others
The weak may not be able to address
We should see to it considerably
Leave it behind and counter it happily