No One Minds Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No one minds
If real treasure is found
The pleasure is ours
So nothing should be bothered

If silence is to purchased
No desire should be chased
Mind should be kept at rest
God may deliver the best

Major upheaval is in mind
It is sort of devil’s kind
Misery starts from here
Its fall out is somewhere else

Mind definitely acts
And unnecessarily reacts
Takes no care to repair damage
It is aimless crusade

There will be no end
It will go on increasing
If we submit each time
It will make us slave sometimes

Keep some control
Respond to no other call
Think fresh and coolly react
This will give you peace in fact