Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Mirror spoke
And offered stroke
With severe jolt
As it proved blue from bolt
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It is always pleasant
When you visit the town at present
It is so because old memories are attached
The town then and now in mind is searched
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Sky is fully loaded
As if exploded
Water all over
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Never feel bad
As says your dad
Mom too advises
As you apologize with promise
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It was my wish
I carried on
It was my desire
I fulfilled
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I thought of walking bare foot
On the ground while I was preparing to shoot
It was nice bird flying in air
Suddenly nice idea rushed to look and stare
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It brought me into tears
I remember vividly even though it is old by years
Many years before father has passed away
I had rushed from military base to home in any way
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Charity begins at home
Any change from home is welcome
You can not set an example
And can not achieve without struggle
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No bullets but ballets
No luck or cruel fate
Ignorance is bliss
There is love in mother’s kiss
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It is my personal belonging
From childhood I was longing
To have fresh and old collection of books
Keep in nice cupboard and keep as stock
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