Rude And Ugly Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel pain
And remain
Little upset
Over the fate

Childhood memory stays
And never goes away
You are holding it as treasure
For remembrance in future

New college had come up in nearby town
It had shortage of students and totally unknown
Its principle tried to fill it by visiting places quite near
They thought about me as child of poor

I have carried those words till date
I didn't mind their words and the manner in which they were stated
It was joke on poverty
And kind of discourtesy to feel pity

I have carried those words till date
I don’t mind their words and the manner in which they stated
It was joke on poverty
And kind discourtesy to feel pity

Yes, I shall hold them dearly
Even though they were crude and ugly
I thank all gentlemen, who at least thought, of my plight
Today I look back and think how annoyed I remained quiet