Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Two giants have met
To state
And show
The peace chance must grow
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Learn a lesson
From persons
And act
You shall not suffer as fact
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Peace prizes not enough

I am sorry to state
about cruel and shameful fate
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I am kind of an ordinary writer
I said this to number of times to others
With humble approach and decent writing
This was all I could do for delighting
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Say no words of regret
Just internally repent
As you were heavenly sent
Not for merry making time to be spent
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She was in dilemma with thought
Many ideas floated in mind and fought
His long absence saddened her and filled
With choice of no kind
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He was called mad
By out side world
For being frank and straightforward
He used to be optimistic and looked forward
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It brought no early end to anxiety
It was dry spell sans rainy day
The earth was torn apart
The green grass had already departed
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I prayed sincerely
And sang few verses happily
It was not out of curiosity
Or daily practice to almighty
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It is always good to be courteous
And hear from friends “thank you”
It is product of stable mind
A gesture to be considered very kind
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