I Rise In Protest Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I rise in protest

Monday, February 26,2018
7: 09 AM

I rise in protest
And taste
The worst human suffering
As normal human being

It was my love
And I firmly believed
Inits sacredness and sanctity
I always left it to an almighty

She gave me whatever I desired
Without a word, she admired
All my efforts toward strengthening stability
She had such rare quality

I don't know she had in mind
But I could always find
Her royalty despite my being rude to her
That aspect never bothered her

Yes, her helping hand was always there
And that gave me strength and not the fear
I used to go out and fiercely fought for goal
I sincerely feel the gratitude for here devoted call