O, My Lord Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

O, Lord you preached to crush the enemy
Relatives, friends or nature of our army
They all stand to kill you mercilessly
Why do you watch it helplessly?

I am surrounded by all but can't kill
I lack the strength and strong will
My heart is filled with grief and tears
I have unfounded threats and fears

O, lord give me strength to burn evils
Ashes buried under ground so not to allow devils
All monsters and killers are raising heads
Guide me to the destiny and merrily lead

Infuse me with strength and will power
My head can be raised as high as tower
I pray in your honor to grant an access
The divine spirit to clear the bad phase

It may be crucial and decisive
Total commitment without being evasive
It is nice to be submissive
Life should not stand as abusive

Raise the head wherever it is necessary
Act as an apostle of peace and emissary
Some times it may win over an adversary
The road lay open with different trajectory

This is how we stand for values
Allow all to compete and get dues
No interference of any kind
Everyone takes on and does not mind