I Am Disgrace Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

O lord and creator, thanks for beautiful world
Made it worth living with seasons hot and cold
Endless sky with wonder and thunder
Small hut like place to spend life it’s under

Beautiful creation and people noble,
Offer the worship with body fit and able
Never to suffer as they witness your presence
Each and every particle represents essence

Icy winds and rain drops lessen the heat wave
Relief to sufferings with energy to save
Resolute action with no let up in efforts
Blessed with grace ………………….

Sky so beautiful with colourful rainbow
Noble ideas and faith inspire me to bow
I see the nature with plentiful resource to offer
Pray to thy for brethren not to suffer

Expect daily bright day with golden sunshine
Prevent possible fall and goal not to undermine
Rush for rescue and aid to help the poor
Message to spread from door to door

With all His blessings still I fear,
Agony in life and unhappiness bear,
So many tales of torture and horror hear
Grateful to HIM as life is not out of gear

Whole body burns with continuous rage
Find no words how to write on page
I feel helpless as if confined to cage
Strong urge from within to seek reprisal, and revenge

Why good teachings from holy books not appeal?
Hate, intolerance, disregards, all ideas repeal
Is it true that truth my prayer isn’t sincere?
Inherent weakness and non faith appear

You may not pardon me for sinful act,
Outwardly noble but cowardly react,
How long I would deny reality or fact?
To cheat one’s own conscience with skilful tact