Very Much Wise Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

How could it not be me?
I honestly tried to flee
The mirror was reflecting
Somebody else and acting

I was young and handsome
Liked by all and everyone
It was matter of great pride
Girls always wanted to be my bride

No doubt, I married beautiful girl
It was over all my responsibility and turn
I thought of sharing family burden
As they were heavily over laden

I was enterprising
It caused so much of surprise
I scaled ladder in no time
I had made short cuts many times

I did not see any reason
No morale for treasure collection
I collected enough to last for generation
I believed in no artificial relation

I was considered as cunning fox
My secrets were locked in box
I was rude and cruel too
But yes I am rich man that is real

I had taken no care
As no one dared to question
Yet I failed to recognize
As I was today very much wise