I’m Finished Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I don’t know where it will end and how?
But I rush with speed, raise the head and bow
Don’t care who is washed on the way
As I am uncontrollable all the ways

Yes, I am mad like bull
I am desprate to become full
Attain the womanhood and achieve the glory
No fear, no tension, no guilt and no sorry

I am engulfed by new energy
Whole the year I was calm and busy
The dark clouds has made me crazy
Full in action and not ready to be called lazy

I am in spate
People call me irate
I have nothing more to state
I wish not to be late

People on banks greet, hate and cry
I don’t wait to ask them why
It is my style to keep them guessing
Let them know my new birth while facing

I listen to heralding news
It is quite heartening views
Sea seems to be in near vicinity
I am about to loose my quest with loss of identity

I shall be no more virgin
I shall be heading with full of charging
Let the sea embrace me with full honor
Absorb and finish the hunt in small hour

I am quite and fully contended
The virgin status is lost and now no more contended
Just from sweet test to sour one
Such experienced is to be told to none

It is like dream come true
The ordeal has been passed through
Now no more struggle to survive
Just stay in and glory to believe