Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

I must stop dreaming
In no way it is helping
It gets me nowhere
I must start from somewhere
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Two roads meet at four cross roads
We are in the midst of it with enough loads
They may be passing through thick woods
All dangerous with not enough foods
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“Hang them, hang them” lady activist shout
It is outcry and rage with outburst
In the day time forceful gang rape over journalist
Who had gone to cover story for check list?
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As we have hands to defend
The snakes have right too
But it never attacks
Until offended with stick
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Oh yes, I admit openly
That I love you really
From heart and mind
As you were very kind
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I am overjoyed
As you have enjoyed
My company
In the presence of so many
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What a pleasant gift from an almighty?
How have we known their real beauty?
Just flying high with liberty wings
Come down beautifully at will to sing
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I write not for material joy
I assess self and enjoy
How can a tiny mind?
Swim in pond and find
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How to dedicate words in honor
That too for glorious woman and mother
It may fall short of her real size
How much we can do for her and now oblige
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11.11.2011 and not 11.11.11(1111)


It was just hoax about eleven, eleven and eleven
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