Satisfactory Level Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You need no money
Except grace from an almighty
To have no difficulty
In living with simplicity

With no intention to speak
Untruth and feel weak
In dealing with people around
The strength within is hopefully found

We are all helpless
Still keep smile on face
Try to show that we are happy
In face we are seized with worries

You are aware about compulsion
So there is no confusion
You are performing consciously
And repenting inwardly

When death approaches
You have already reached
At some satisfactory level
That makes to feel unblemished and well