Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

It is hard to forget
Equally painful for memory to let
All come and invade like flash light
Stay for a while and go immediately out of sight
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When sleeps entire universe
There awakes single man
He is called man with patience
Above pretty small things hence
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I have not come in contact
With artistic work to act
Yet I felt it from within
It had more for appeal to win
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Where words fail
Eyes enter and avail
All chances to contact
Attract and fully act
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I was in search for some excuses
As she had flatly refused
For any track with me in future
I was still hopeful of her
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I protested for being foolishly dragged into
Even though it was false and untrue
They took me as eve teaser and cornered
I was soon to be beaten and tortured
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Pakizaah* as they call it for pure
I am very much sure
No such religion has existed
Where only purity is insisted
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Give me o lord another chance
To be on her lap forever or at once
Holier than holy and sacred than heaven
My heart is filled and fully driven
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No one cried over his demise
When his body was found at our premise
He might have tried to knock the door
But we were fast asleep in door
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One fool should not ask to another fool
As it may then look unique and wonderful
Fool may laugh at wise man for his foolish observance
Wise may then keep quiet for availing golden chance
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