Brickbats In Return Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I love nature
See the lovely future
That cool breeze
Makes me to wonder and freezes

Those lovely garden flowers
When come up with rainy shower
And blossom with seasonal change!
Appeal all human beings with any age

I love people with smile
Love itself more and defines
It is more or so with females
Men generally lack and fail

Why lord has made them rich?
Why have they different potential in each?
I find them perfect from all angles
Always ready to standby in struggle

As mother there is no parallel
As sister they always excel
How can I evaluate her contribution as partner?
No way is left except to admire

I look for smiling faces
What east or west, they are found with all races
I read those lines and ask for friends
They rally appreciate and extend

I get sometimes brickbats
Harsh words too coupled with visible hate
I take their concern lightly
But follow the same trend rightly

Why not I enjoy smiling people?
Why not hear their happiness and trouble?
Why not come closer to feel human fragrance?
I pray for and avail more and more chance