No Reservation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No reservation

Make it little easier
To live happier
As days pass on
And age has been spent or gone

Sometimes we think big
Want to go alone and dig
Past memory to live momentary
Feel sadly turn pale with worry

You want to feel
In real
With no reservation
About poverty and starvation

You are not alone in this race
Many have thought and found no case
To be involved so deeply
It is materializing satisfactorily

So you are not prompted again
But remain
Merely contended
And remain no more saddened