Like Slave Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have lived like slave
As nice gentleman and well behaved
Spent life peacefully
Earned the fame successfully

Yet I felt something short
Everything is in order to report
But find no well wishers with good intent
I shall have every reason to resent

With all good deeds, I remained well known
People considered me close friend of their own
They found me an easy target to solve their problems
My real hardship was never made known to them

I rushed all over with humanitarian aspect
No doubt, it earned me with so much of respect
All over places, I was made known for generous act
But I found no shine in their eyes when they reacted

I was given title of real sage
The name was sure to appear on golden page
Yet I lived no real life among wolves
I was only taken care of artificial love

I have only one satisfaction
I could maintain good relation
Even though at the cost of personal suffering
I was never driven to discomfort for anything