With Good Words Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Let us tolerate
And not equate
With rich to poor
Or neighbor next door

It is very simple
Everybody has to struggle
Come off from crisis
With bold matches

The world is same
With bad or good to claim
It may be with lots of difference
But one goes ahead after drawing inference

Race and color had been bone of contention
But that does not mar or hurdle the relation
Many blacks marry white and white marries black
No one thinks seriously what is at stake

You may be liked or disliked
Sometimes appreciated or irked
That is human nature with jealousy
We leave it to the God's mercy

Formation of society is done by us
Laws are meant to be implemented and trusted
If we disobey and not pay any regard
Who will offer solace with good words?