Bow Down To Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Bow down to

Feel no weak
But speak
With internal voice
And keep open your choice

Bear In mind
You got to be kind
Different from others
While offering prayers

Carry no wishes
But finish
With earnest desire
Fold your and bow down to aspire

He will grant
Whatever you want
Progress in life and good intelligence
You shall be really worth for life at once

Look at her eyes
You will hear secret voice
To surrender at his feet
To stand on your own feet

This shall grant you strength
And sufficiently breathe
With confidence
Without feeling tense