Abuse Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Abuse me with dirty words
Still I shall smile and bless
It may make me clean
As pure gold really has been

Make gold to melt
The impurities may be smelt
The pure brightness may emerge
To illuminate the white page

Gold is metal
But settles
Not less than purity
So is the humanity

It smells
Tells
About brotherhood
And good neighborhood

Love emanates
Sincerely relates
About suffering and states
With good luck and fate

You feel humanly
As it is preyed daily
To seek blessing
For clear tracing