Rest Impossible Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Rest Impossible
Rest impossible
It makes me nervous
And casts about myself being called pious
I hold religious views
But nothing more I knew
People go to holy place
So I also visit with little space
I bow down but pray earnestly
That is only thing I do regularly
Let me speak truth
It really soothes
My feeling towards fellow men
I try to be simple man
I might not be seen with respect
But that doesn't reflect
On my thinking
I am not speaking ill at all
Sometimes I spend restless nights
But again it makes me right
To think in direction
That brings me back in scanner for simple action
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It makes me nervous And casts about myself being called pious I hold religious views But nothing more I knew