Bleed Profusely Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Bleed profusely

I was restless with her defiance cord
And prayed the lord
Give her courage and strength
To face the peaceful death

Not all diseases are deadly
But they do not occur daily
Some have their ancestor theory
Some have approached already

Love makes its own way
To face the challenges in no uncertain ways
It is through resolve that one stands firmly
And gets no miss dearly

Some of the people make gain out of coffin's sale
They have so many stories to tell
Fill up your mind with good oratory
In the name of creator or an almighty

When such people enter your life
It brings hell with an edge of razor sharp knife
They not only make you bleed profusely
But make you to lead confusedly