No Need To Curse Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

There was no need to curse fate
It was of no use and had come very late
The blame should be solely passed on me
Parents were always to me like tree

They provided shelter and food
Brought me up with good education
It was beyond their reach to cope
Yet they worked hard for study nonstop

“Son should become famous man tomorrow”
It was their life time wish and brought some glow
Each time they may utter same words with confidence
“Son should rise high in position and get prominence”

What was I doing on my part?
Not proving right with good start
Education and study was not my concern
I wanted something else in turn

Good people remained away
Bad people found their way
I was now with people of bad repute
They were only the people to suit

Today I have enough of wealth
With best of means and good health
What happened to parents when they learnt?
They were shocked and everything was burnt

They could do nothing
As son had achieved something
If no knowledge and good reputation
But with sound economic condition