Chest Expands Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My chest expands with honor and pride
When receives little words of high magnitude
Life seems then to have served the purpose
Yet it makes me to work more and choose

Human being as an ordinary animal
He may sometimes put show that can be called dismal
Yet it has potential to strike back
Come back with full zeal and stake

Even gods like praise
When they find lot many unhappy people chase
Run after him for some kind of blessings
And that does come to them and go as missing

It has simple logic
'Nothing comes before time 'it is simple basic
What do we lack then in earnest?
We are not trying our level best

Feel relieved when handsome return is made
Celebrate it with joy when some good words are said
After all it had been hard work for these many years
There was desperate need for word to be heard in ears

Try to be reasonable with clear effort
Don't try to grab others credit with bad rapport
It may give you name but not peace at heart
As human being is gifted with very good art

Claim vigorously which is yours
Try and dive in sea if that is called for
But never try for things which doesn't belong you
The means may never comfort if it is not true

Love to enjoy in self made effort
That can be below expectation or little short
But it is worth attempt to sail the ship at port
It would have been sunk if there was no enough support