I Shall Win Over Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I shall reduce your pride
That you have stored and hidden
I shall smash your image
To be of tough character with age

Yes, whatever you may be
Can not go away from me
I shall never free you
And this is really true

You present different class
But I to represent masses
I mist destroy your ego
That has to vapor and go

I shall subdue and win over
You shall have in me full cover
You can rest as if under tree
Totally relaxed and completely free

You have ruled your world
Feeling arrogant, proud and cold
I shall come over and pounce
You will be left with nothing but announce

Yes, it is life game
Where no one can claim
Superiority or inferiority
The life stands firm with nobility