Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

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મળી તું મને એજ મારું ભાગ્ય
હું ઘણું એને સુવર્ણમય સૌભાગ્ય
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Pure imagery

Yes, the joy is immense
That can be seen on face
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We are human
But permitted to act as inhuman
We have powerful weapon
“To say sorry” And the game goes on
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It is only once
A real chance
In life
To enjoy or face torn strife
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“Carry the world”
I was told
How and where was left to good counsel
To deliver the things well
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It was not only soul’s meet
But with warm greetings too
We met and exchanged glance
I saw in it a golden chance
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Muse has lost the soul
Not responding to time’s call
Sleeping with deadly silence
I find totally dark presence
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You need no more
Time to explore
Jump down
And survey of your own
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We are in circus
Merely as living corpse
We have no choice
But to act on somebody’s advise
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Not all people enjoy
With joy
The arrival of happiness
With smile on face
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