I Died Literally Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I died literally
When confessed orally
Those awards do cater
In the life as subject matter

I did not comment
But opposed it vehemently
With raising banner of revolt
But feeling pinch of salt

When did I feel it necessary?
That award do vary
The status of an ordinary poet
To that of famous and get the place

I have made it very clear
And expressed fear too
The comments are very much essential
To know the drawbacks on arrival

I shall neither seek nor advocate
Any individual poet to relate
In high terms except poems
As its taste may concern them

It gives birth to arrogance
If enter in high chamber at once
It takes mind to another side
Where you find approach too wide