Till Such Time Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We are fortunate
To stand firm and relate
The blessings of almighty
In prayers daily

What have we to do?
Live the life true
With no more high ideals
But life simple and real

No one preaches
No one teaches
Yet we reach
Towards the goal and catch

I shall ever be grateful
For his act considered to be merciful
To have come in this unknown land
With no more aim than to go back to sand

Till such time
I reassure sometime
That life stands worthwhile
To work for humanity and file

Even if I forget
From heart I state
And bow down
To admit the guilt of own