Miser With Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Desire is mother of all evils
It may remain still
At the end of the last breath
Even on the last heels of death

It gives enormous pain
Still hunger remains
It never gets fulfilled
Belly is still unfilled

How much we need to survive?
Some one may want one, two or five
It is endless figure
No one can point out for sure

We only create misery
There are blessings from almighty
Share the joy and retain the happiness
Life shall never be in mess

It is real key to success
Ask for no new access
It shall never end its quest
Enjoy with whatever you have as best

Many people remain miser with behavior
Even though god has blessed them full honor
They need not worry for whole of the life time
Yet smile and happiness is seen by them as crime