Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

One more death in hospital for three months old
By a father with extreme limit, shame and turning cold
First burn on body all over and then striking head against wall
What we feel about this behavior from civilized world to be called?
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Honesty doesn't belong to rich
It is not beyond anybody's reach
It is easy to profess and preach
But we always defy rules and breach
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Smile for all
Those maters more for call
I try to find out the secret
But alas! I can not precisely state
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Imagine about hostile environment
You are friend less and facing critical moment
The poverty is taking heavy toll
There is no one to respond your call
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I kissed the land before leaving
Not with heavy heart but smiling
It was supposed to be temporary absence
It was purely an opportunity or chance
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No harm
If you keep calm
That will keep body warm
To hold against storm
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You are the best judge
With the passing of an age
That teaches you to be practical
Find the solution in circumstances so critical
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'मेरे हो अब मेरे ही अब''

में अमीरी पीछे छोड़ आया
और फकीरी को साथ में लाया
लोगो ने कहा 'इस पे है छाया'
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Poet can never be failure
Take it granted or for sure
It is imagination in proper prospective
Real concern for others and subjective
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Set no goal
But direct energy to call
Concentrate on effort
Think nicely and set
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