The Crowd-Blood Thirsty Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The crowd -Blood thirsty
Tuesday,3rd March 2020

Never with my past history
I felt sorry
except one incidence
and that makes me tense today

"Kill him, Kill him" the crowd was shouting
they after his blood and hooting
I saw at his face and felt something special
was he the same individual destined for me?

I couldn't judge
but managed
to pull him out
and didn't bother at shouts

we have stayed since then
like a safe place in the heaven
happily driven and best guided
life is in full swing and fully aided

Is the life like ocean?
where depth can't be seen
it will totally suicidal
to jump in as brave individual

Hasmukh Mehta