Stage Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Stage
Stage
World is stage
You got to mange
As poor man
Or rich tycoon
Nowhere will be place
For any race
If wants to stand with recognition
With no superstition
No one shall wait
And you have to face fate
If you get late
You won't have any place to state
Whether you greet
Or hate
Or gate foothold
Think! You have won the world
Even if you have gold
And not sold
It will lay there as clay
With no one coming forward to buy and pay
Nowhere will be place For any race If wants to stand with recognition With no superstition No one shall wait And you have to face fate If you get late You won't have any place to state If the first four Verses Got my Stare in awe and wonder, , the next four did prove how the state of our affairs in Making a State! Thank you for sharing Sir! 10++! ! ++++!
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Even if you have gold And not sold It will lay there as clay With no one coming forward to buy and pay
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6/2/2024 10:05:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Even if you have gold And not sold It will lay there as clay With no one coming forward to buy and pay! These Verses are so true, why we uphold Gold so much as it can never Cry like us! ! Thank you for sharing Sir!