Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

O god, spare us
From wicked eyes
Mistrust
And lust
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I knew nothing about love
But strongly believed
In its origin
With feelings
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Ramadan as it is called
Holiest of holy months is to be observed
To put away desires
And burn evil thoughts
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Wise people are not afraid
When time comes to be laid
For final abode
It need not be told
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Often it is felt
The flowers are not smelt
Even though the fact is contrary
Let us know as it is necessary
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Only person I admired
In home and explored
On all occasions
To rush for help with no reasons
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I always find your presence
As very much essence
And reflection of love
Which I strongly admire and believe
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It rains
And downpours
With mighty shower
To calm down earth with offer
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Amounts same

One who sings
Can bring
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For country

That is how we support human beings
Live and let others live to bring
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