Position Becomes Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I stared at sky
And tried to know why
All these problems are faced by me alone
Will the poverty be not undone?

At last I got frustration
And decided not question
Or pose any more
As it was making me sore

I worked hard day and night
With strong resolve to fight
But position became tight
There was no relief even slight

I had hope of beer tomorrow
And thought” It shall allow”
Brightness to shine
And make me feel divine

I have always hoped
And never stopped
From being submissive
And not remained possessive too

I believe in total obedience
In prayers and in observance
I take care not to cause mental harassment
As I myself pass through great ordeal at present