Religious Fervor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Whenever we are in distress
We try of ace
With folded hands
And lowering of head

Whenever it is forced internally
And stress is seen externally
We resort to religious books
And try to pick useful things and look

Some of the religions still depend on old tradition
With precious evolution
But no change is accepted for any revolution
It still provides base for solution

We can’t disregard its importance
As life is considered to be pure chance
Even influential and rich men may turn to religion
For peaceful stay and protection of union

We are human being
And try to bring
Happiness all over
And old traditions with religious fervor