Never Neglect Of Poor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Never neglect of poor

It was shepherd calling all goats
With simple words and quotes
By name it was understood
All herds of animals heard

I was born in this family
It was surrounded by members with strength fully
Everybody took it as healthy gathering
Evening was really ideal place for offerings

Mother was only character
Who took us for sure?
And provided safe and secured
Shelter with comfortable zone

I enjoyed her lap
With frequent taps
On back and continuous singing words
It was her chorus with mixed rhythms

I grew with so much of dare
That made me dared
In any circumstances
I was used to take dangerous chances even

When we are brought up with positive environment
The life becomes memorable event
All members are woven in sweet memory
Such combination is called family

Whatever position you may attain later
This background shall remain in memory forever
You shall never neglect plight of poor
And always rush to help neighbor