As Per Will Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is age old story
Where women have suffered glory
No one shall feel sorry
As we are responsible to cause her worry

The moment we find her alone
We make wind to be blown
In opposite direction
Only dark clouds have witnessed the action

Think of an old man
Who is about fatherly soul?
We here cruel story
What else is there to feel sorry?

Was that not Stone Age?
That needs to be printed on page
Where they were living in jungles
Bound by no customs and rules

We garland her
Call grandmother or mother
Bu when we turn cruel and devil
Nothing goes as per our will