Rich One Day Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Rich one day

Appetite opens
Desire is driven
Memory box is opened
The events drop one by one

Some of them very bitter
And I find them unusual in nature
Why were they aimed at me?
Few words really made me to cry under tree

I heard people saying
When they were staying
With comforts and throwing some insulting words
I was staring at sky and finding existence of god

I become rich one day
I decided any way
It was mad chase and I succeeded
I got whatever I needed

I am not boosting
But stepping
In area of recognition
With beautiful and bonding relation