Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

It reminded me of "Lord Jesus"
As if expressing no rust
"Kill Him, Kill him" at first
Some one shouted from crowd to blast
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I find the imagination
With close relation
To my thoughts
I am really at crossroad and caught
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What have I to give to world?
As people are selfish and cold
I too was part and one of them
Simple plant had come up from the stem root
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It is moving very fast
It exists even today
Only with different approach and ways

It will remain in future in the name of commission
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From people of grand age
Each and every step taken to proper destination
Always towering strength and stalwart for relation

Old people are asset
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You are killing (O, dear cigarette)
If person is willing
And not heeding
To all warnings
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મરવું છે મારે
જીવવું છે સંગ તારે
પણ મોકો મને મળતો નથી
કહેવાનો કોઈ મતલબ નથી
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Drop by drop
Never stop
Be on top
Till I say nope
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It is associated with worship
And it needs no whip
No color but only holy place
Despite gifted art, it looses its race
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Why have we turned cruel on nature?
With total indifferent attitude and harmful for future
It is finding disfavor with natural lovers
They try and canvass support from nature supporters
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