Own Class Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is certainly the grace
That rushes on face
To know the outcome
But certain changes are always welcome

Try to know nothing
It is given for something
It keeps you guessing
What the next shall be missing

There is plenty to offer
From His treasure
You shall be reborn
And made over night known

You shall flow
And blow
Not out of proportion
Bu with humanitarian relation

Your verses shall spread
And lead
The entire mass
Of its own class