He Is Already Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

WE waited with folding hand
To act whole of word as friend
To look at our plight and grant the right
We shed so much blood in this fight

Our children are in street
There is no one to tell truth and greet
Let one single man come and explain
How identity of one God can be undone?

Let it be with different names?
It always burns flame
Inside heart chamber to forgive
For sins if created and we believe

No land shall remain permanent
We have seen mighty empires disintegrate
Traces are found only in remnants
We are fighting past as glory in present

Instead of going to Him for address
We are making here mad chase
We want to make Him supreme
Whereas He is already for us and them