Only One Medicine Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Only One Medicine
Only one medicine to keep away the stress
Act more and think less
No use of head at wrong time
If so then it is big crime
B.P. may rise along with tension
Lot more problems not to mention
Yet more worry for its prevention
Finally reaching to end without any invitation
Life is to be spent purposefully
It must result successfully
Not to worry much about ailing world
Maintain self and remain within fold
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