May Die With Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

May die with

You have turned into pure gold
That once wanted by world
Why not each one turns bold?
Daringly come forward and hold

You are on this land
To act as warrior and friend
Protect poor and destitute
That should be the attitude

You have lived constantly with fear
That was your past and shall not come near
Take sword in hand and push old bitterness
The shine of blade must reflect on face

It compelled to withdraw
It must draw and seek
The blood of oppressors
You are meant for it by creators

You are warrior
And may die with honor
But before that you shall perform
The holy task and inform all

Pic and quote: - Paloma fule