No Ill Wish Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No ill wish

I wonder
Btu they offer
Wild blows
To sleep on pillow

I saw them practicing
And enticing
With same tactics
I was bitten with small stick too

Many times I was thrown
On ground and shown
How much cruel they can turn on?
For their lust and fun

My eyes used to search
With so much
Of an anxiety
But always praying an almighty

Give birth and life to child
But at least be kind
If you are poor
Just keep no ill wish to harbor