Human Valuation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Human valuation

I shall not answer
How did it alter?
My entire life was on flame
To whom I should blame?

How many time they pounced upon me?
They were like vulture free
Each one was having slice of joy
I had same spoiled boy

I thought of rising from rubbles
And struggle
For honorable life
But not to become somebody's wife

I am poetess
With stubborn attitude and face
I chase each vulture
And show the worth of his future

I make point wise
The analysis
Its gain and repersecusions
By keeping intact the human valuations