Turn When Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Turn when

We are sentimental
As an individual
With little jolt
We feel dejected with insult

Whole of the body shivers
And alters
Mood for the whole day
And turns as bad day

We can't hold or hide
As it is difficult to confide
Within self or in heart
We have no such art

We are made of clay
And hold sway
Over affairs
But fail to deliver concrete

So learn
And turn
Table when turned against you
This shall be real art to show through