To Live With Dishonor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She has to live with dishonor
It is to her not less than tremor
Shakes full earth beneath
But she has to make it beautiful like earth

What a smile or what a style!
She has to live for meanwhile
Life can be little short of expectation
But has to pull on with sacred relation

Who may not want her to be happy?
She has sheltered and protected many
We are all grateful to her majesty
Full devotion with complete honesty

I see whole world in her vision
She has no hesitation or little confusion
She is clear in her modest approach
We may blame her or condemn as such

I shall bow my head in her honor
She is practical and not dreamer
She may guide us in any of her stage
We may come off like child, youth or in any age

God has given her kind heart
To bear any burden with art
She may not disclose to any one
Even if some one is dear and special one

My hats off to such wonderful creature
How would I hold her hand and reassure?
She is yellow gold metal and indisputably pure
One must only think about her and make sure