Things Are Common Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Things are common

Oh no, please go
Ask me not and forgo
I am basically wild animal
But fortunately I am an individual

I get wild
And appear no mild
When get into rage
And forget about an age

I can't react bodily
But use words readily
Throw mud at little pretext
And take no wounds at chest

I am known coward
And use only words
Dare no attack or visible snare
But open mouth and dare

Such things are common
As I am human
Hide my emotions and disliking
As frustration is openly striking