It Flows Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
It Flows
It flows
Always
From clear heart
The form of purest
Don't suppress
Internal chase
It is in right direction
Suspect no action
It has secret blessings
When facing
The ripples
Of real people
Think of life and people around
The nature and beautiful ground
The fertile portion mother earth all over
And in abundance the food grain store
Search no more
Just hear
It blows in your ears
Do not look far
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It flows Always From clear heart The form of purest