Tolerent And Icon Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why are we called praiseworthy?
Even by the almighty
Tolerant and icon
For complete race of human

I can not live for a second
If it was not real pond
Where colorful fished made home
Roamed around and welcomed

Love was only soul
That waited for call
To look after universe
With no remorse

I want to reveal
And feel
About my resolve
For all problems to solve

Women are bestowed
And allowed
With tolerant power
Like rain with shower

So we rule
And remain successful
With human race
To keep with smiling face

The pain keeps at distance
With no more chance
To come near
And force fears