Poor Or King Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When I said I am rebel
People did not take it well
When I said "go to hell"
They kept quiet and did not tell

When I said I am holy
They did not question wholly
They followed me but with suspicion
No permission was granted from religion

When I said peace is only option
They raised many questions
Lot more confusion than solutions
No will power with resolutions

When I said I am traitor
They became my mentor
Provided everything possible with all means
I stooped below to become cheap and mean

When I tried to become terrorist?
They frowned up on and insisted
"Give no chance and hang him till death"
He has no right to have last peaceful breath

When I wanted to be an ordinary human?
Everybody were after my blood to act inhuman
No safe place for me to worship and remember
As if I was unwanted on earth to be member

I have decided to call myself as an insect
Forget about holy world and believe in self act
Think about what can be right for human being
Act as per conscience and disregard whether you are poor or king