Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Oh my lovely dream and heart
To feel for others is lovely art
It comes from within with real touch
I too feel same as such
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We are cutting branch of tree
That is not independent and free
It is line of our survival
Yet we consider it as natural
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Lord is kind and sympathetic
We only make it worst and pathetic
Blessings are always there for us all
Only spare little time for his prayer and call
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It pays hardly in time
But clicks all the times
It may not be as per wish
But it has fine finish
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It was only yesterday
I had thought of it full day
Had given also considerable time
As I was not to miss it second time
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“Art is artificial” the sentence read
I thought over words and felt dead
It took away all my energy
I felt self disgrace and pity
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My self

Do I have the strength to take on my self?
Question so deep like sea shelf
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If you are true reader
And real admirer
You should not remain in door
But extend support even by staying far
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Love and not hate
From heart I state
Not to be late any more
I sincerely explore
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The happiness lies on face
Within self and need not be traced
Be fully contended with whatever you have
Stay comfortable and nicely behave
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