First Time Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

For the first time
I realized in time
That there is still something left
I must venture to do right

Whole of life’s tenure had gone
Nothing worthwhile was done
It was cutting sorry state
I thought of it and felt still not late

What was use of wealth?
When it was root cause of bad health
It was accumulated over time
Charity must be done sometimes

What will happen if that is finished?
Mind rebelled and thought flashed
Something more of charity is needed
I thought over it and silently headed

Education and knowledge
Both are good arm for leverage
It is considered as new birth
If person is gifted with both

Some of the children from neighborhood started to visit
I welcomed them with some chocklates and greeted
What did I see in their eyes from the good start?
Eagerness to do something new as an art

Life is meant to do something new
This secret may be known to very few
If life is spent in casual way
Nobody shall remember it in any way