Make Fresh Drive Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Make fresh drive

No subordination, please
I have my own interception
I speak and raise the voice
The sound is poised to wake humanity

Why not all should have same quality?
To stand fast and preserve integrity
Even though that may expose life to danger
But bear in mind it less and don't bother

How many people take my words?
On the contrary, they look forward
With evils in mind
And act as blind

They hold me to death
With caring for my breathe
Without caring for my utility
I am reduced to no safety

The god has given me natural pride
I wake up entire universe to decide
About new day to prosper
Work hard and become successful player

So worry about not existence
And feel tense
Make drive for peace
And finally cease