Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

I face nice moments
When you are present
Just before my eyes
Despite no try
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Love is slowly burning
And turning
Desires into ashes
And finishes
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I used to remember as a poor boy
The dream was to have good toys
Colorful and attractive
Of nice girls and selective
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I rubbed off the eyes
And made frantic try
Life is not to keep idle
But face it with struggle
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Friend shines
And defines
True color
With respect and honor
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Simple and beautiful
But purposeful
Precious and rare
Life is fair
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Instead we are worst
Who do not stop it first?
We must be straight forward
To push him backward
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No, no and never
It should not appear
With any fear
We are all here to bear
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Never question conduct
Faithfully act
Leave bitterness behind
And try to be kind
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Even intelligent becomes fool
When becomes successful
On achieving what he desired
And always admired
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