Devil's Mind Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

O lord, o my creator
My mentor and savior
Why did you give devil’s mind?
No good but only bad things to find?

It has no wings
But it sings
In wilderness
With beautiful face

It can imprison any one
Reach from one end to another one
No boundary touches with force
It has no force to curse

But one thing my lord
I must appreciate with fine words
It has quality of no parallel
Makes us happy to feel

It makes us rich in no moment
Any sadness has its remedial comment
Even though it may be momentary
But in situation like this, it is necessary

Sometimes it is blessings in disguise
Assures bright sun in return of promises
“Wait for tomorrow” it orders
We sink in illusory world and surrender

Such is its powerful domain
No control over it to remain
It has freedom to venture
If controlled it with restrain to ensure