Touch And Claim Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No one could it for me
No one could make me free
From my bonded views
The friends were very few

I had leaning towards rich
I always tied to reach
And honestly match
How they lived were able to fetch (money)

I did not pay scan respect
For poor friends and acted
But I had some declination
It was not improving in relation

"Friend may I help you"? one of friends approached
I find you are tortured
Your mind is restless
I could think and trace

I developed little interest
He was good to me but not out best
I heard him patiently
I paid attention and heard aptly

What are we searching and what is aim?
He was showing his touch with claim
I was drawing near to his thinking
The weariness was almost going away and sinking