Hold Them Dearly Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel pain
And remain
Little upset
Over fat

Childhood memory stays
And never go away
You are holding it s treasure
For remembrance in future

Some trustees called me in their office
As I was bright and held good promise
One of responsible trustees retorted
“His parent are hand to mouth” and literally insulted

I have carried those words till date
I didn’t mind their words and the manner in which they were stated
It was joke on poverty
And kind of discourtesy to feel pity

Yes, I shall hold them dearly
Even though they were crude and ugly
I thank all gentlemen, who at least thought, of my plight
Today I look back and think how annoyed I remained quiet