Poor Man Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poor man

The truth is like bright shine
Coming from light divine
No one can deny or dispute
Ire its existence to refute

If person is ignorant
He will comment
On issues he is unrelated
And try to equate

In fact, it is his unwise quality
Destiny is certainly a reality
That happens to every individual
In life slowly or all of sudden

It is all about faith
And confidence till death
When you lose inner touch
You fail to reach at certain points

So believe in what you are
You may be unflavored person or poor
Yet you have lots of opportunities
To prevail upon and show abilities