Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

You will find me real
For your wounds to heal
Let us make one deal
Put your heart with me and seal
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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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Leave the hands open
Sky may reopen
Set for heaven
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With each impulse
I fail to repulse
The desire is proving to be young
As feet have started to dance among
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Let people say they are liberal
Broad minded and vocal
But reality is something else
They falsely profess
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My garden is full
Life is successful
Children play here and there
I feel heaven is here
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She is not lost forever
From mind or from elsewhere
She remains in uppermost mind
With all the honor of some kind
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Mind moves
Certainly proves
Superior
Or inferior
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Why was I not killed by bullet?
Why was I left behind or let?
I wished I was no more
That would have been far better
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