Successful Man Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wish to die as fulfilled man
Grab and collect as much as I can
Reach on top of the ladder and excel
With all the different tales to tell

Widely spread over big empire
People all over with nice words to admire
Giving top ranks among all business tycoons
Where even sun does favor in noon

I can spare little for deprived lot
As I have struggled and fought
Through out the life for peaceful living
Else there was all hell for believing

Have people not cut jokes with satire?
Did not wait for me to expire?
Was I not spent and useless force?
Did they like when finally I rose?

I did care about neighbors
As they were nice and to the next door
I proved and came out with great care
They would smile at me and never stare

I thought I will be well known by my wealth
They will come with respect to lay the wreath
I never thought of leaving behind everything at the time of death
Even thought that would have been struck with deterioration of health

I did cheating with full knowledge
It was essential to survive and manage
It was simply a mad race
It might have brought momentarily relief on the face

I had heard that only hand s may remain open
Mouth may be open and eyes wide even
Nothing to brief and nothing to carry
Yet very difficult not to worry

You can call me successful celebrity
It might have come with the blessings from almighty
I only acted as custodian and served no one
As it was to prove me as successful man

Life is different entity with some purpose
You have no chance to think or suppose
You got to act with whatever means you have
Only people watch as how you act and behave