hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Put to shame


Animal from inside
In rebellion to invade
But I keep it under control
Waits still for rebellious call

It may show its ugliness
With complete innocence on face
No one may come to know
As lust for hunt may any time grow

I do not know when it will turn
Into strict wild animal term
Forget about human relation
And inflict injury in question

Now I claim to be perfect gentleman
Worldly desires in deep corner still remain
God only known when will I turn animal again
I pray almighty to kill animal for not causing the pain

World may laugh at me for inhumanly act
If by bad luck red handed caught
“See this man who was considered pious”
“Put to shame from being famous”

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 10, 2013

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