The Safe Port Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I slipped into past memory
It compelled me to carry
The past into present
I weighed both factors in favor and against

Those were horrifying days
The poverty was not helping in any way
I was struggling to find ways and means
But no solution was found or seen

I had to look after aged parents
Btu all the means were absent
It was driving me to the desperate corner
With no kind offer from any quarter

I didn’t lose hope
And continued non-stop
With the only hope of bright tomorrow
I left it to the almighty and silently followed

This paid me handsomely
As future smiled on me endlessly
I gave all credit to tireless efforts
Which had forced me to reach at the safe port?