As Slaves Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

'I must put an end to worldly desires'
The though just appeared in one corner
Is it so difficult to control the habit?
When it becomes unbearable and beyond limit

Ordinary man in street tries to build castle in air
Wants to become richest man in all fairness
Trader wants his tuff to be sold over night
Prisoner wants to be set free over night

Children want to pass with highest grade
Enough of profit is expected in trade
Controlled rain over region by farmers
More growth of hair on heads by barbers

God has made one chart to please all
Respond to their request and hear the call
Decide the case on merit and dispose the appeal
Give only that portion which he deserves in real

It is human tendency to seek and ask more
Venture into forbidden area and try to explorer
Seek relief when all plans are failed
Seek little respite when nothing is availed

God has known all tactics and thoroughly understood
Gives only limited quantity to fill the belly with food
Yet human mind fails to read the divine displeasure
Seeks more and tries to justify the demand for sure

Well if needs can be controlled and brought to satisfactory level
Everybody can expect to last longer and excel
It is basically a level of contentment and satisfaction
That provides some level of happy relation

'He could not get 6 feet of land for burial'
Last king of India died abroad amidst firm denial
To visit his own empire for last ritual rites
So one must think of it leave the futile fight

We can win whole of world by self contentment
That is only way to remain happy without resentment
God helps to those who help themselves
We should never be obedient to others as slaves