Without Team Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Without team

I suffered at the hands
Whom I had created at the end
It was single purpose
And I myself had to choose

Who could be my massager?
Norn to earthly mother
Little younger
And like philosopher

Yes, I preferred human being
Neither [per nor king
But from noble back ground
He was to later on found

No, no, no
The wind did not flow
The people turned against wishes
My mission was finished

I shall have to born again
To bear the pain
Bit to live among them
And show real path without naming team