Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

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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Poetry comes out from pure heart
It is called an human art
Not all can reveal their feelings
It comes of almost willing
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Look at flower
And offer
Little smile
In your style
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I shall need you at each turn
To burn
My ill desires
As I want to prove no liar
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We are helpless animals
Very happy on treasure's arrivals
Care for no human sentiments
Only make mad drive and cunning movement
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Worry not
The battle shall be fought
In streets for food
The bread shall be snatched from neighborhood
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