Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Bushes are pushed
Trees are subjected to satire
Why should they give shade?
Why not make it as trade?
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I heard Allah –o-akbar* from near by mosque
“The God is powerful and great” literally true
Little after it I witness team of hymn singers
“Om shanty”* let there be peace in the ears of listeners
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I thought of her and felt
It was painful with full of guilt
I could take her in confidence
And satisfied with words at once
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Love to move and
Love to prove
Nothing to shake
Yet something at stake
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I have known life
Better in sense with an edge of knife
Lovely and beautiful
But in contrast too as painful
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Where to go any cry?
I feel so much shy
It is unbearable pain
Ike unstoppable rain
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It is my home and country
Gifted to me by powerful almighty
I shall hold her in uppermost mind
To take care and protect with very kind
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We are proud
And can speak loud
About her achievement
As best of the moments
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I feel bad being alone
As time passes and counting is done
Days seem to be very long
I hate now listening to the songs
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Desperately fought
Peace in night sought
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