My Place Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My place

I shall not be thrown
Or cowed down
From active role
I shall always give call

I earn bread
And shall read
Between lines
To earn honestly and feel fine

What have I to do with lies?
Even if they try
I shall move on simple path
With enough of trust and faith

I have no axe to grind
And find
Ill gotten wealth
For carrying it till death

So I am live
And believe
In simple principle
My place is among people