An Ordinary Man Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am no saint but an ordinary man
Do the things in simple manner and as much as I can
I need not become a person in white clad dress
I sometimes miss a God and do not find trace

No doubt God is mentor and savior
But that all depends on our behavior
What even if you daily visit him in temple or church
You will find him no where in your futile search

God does not demand any type of worship
It is really a hype and simple whip
It is only meant to be little sympathetic
To fear from almighty and be little realistic

No one may argue in favor of daily congregation
No one may even buy your appeal for superstition
You worship him honestly from inner conscience
You will find him near by and feel the presence

The world is suffering not missing prayers
The biggest sin is loss of trust layers
You never see love in eyes of fellow brethren
This is biggest tragedy and burning concern

To miss a kind eye is biggest sin
Without love you can enjoy no win
God clearly emphasizes on love and sympathy
You then deserve his blessings and mercy