Seal Fate Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Seal fate

Tears are no medicine
But you look fine
After shedding it in isolation
You are acting as human

Not rich
Or poor
But even neighbors
All shed tears

So be rick like
And it shall not strike
Your mind with poverty
You shall be in air already

Never act like beggar
Or look poor
Get hand on richness
And bring artificial happiness

Even if you don't have
Just behave
As if your bill gates
And in position to seal fate