To Rise Once More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Yes it is time to rejoice
With firm voice
That we did marvelous
In life that was precious

I never regretted
And equated
The present living
Into hellish feeling

I have on he contrary
Takes steps necessary
To counter the poverty
With blessings from an almighty

I have lost no hope of positioning
And stopped questioning
Why this and why not this?
I visit each flower like bees

I fall on ground to rise again
Gather courage and relieve the pain
That keeps me in fighting mood
And provides courage as nourishment and food