hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

It Appeals All


Justice is never denied
But hopefully carried
To an individual at the end
It is real signal to be sent

God has decided
To take you in confidence and confided
That you shall overcome
All the troubles in days to come

You sleep no hungry
The care may be taken by almighty
The pain and agony may be there for you
But you shall always sail through

We may feel some discrimination
And curse the nature’s exhibition
But believe in lord’s grace
It may brings you smile on face

It is individual’s faith
That remains till death
Religion matters less
But truth remains supreme with traces

It appeals all to believe
And honestly live
With whatever belief in mind
It needs one to be very kind

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Friday, April 11, 2014

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