With Vision Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I knell down on earth
And take heavy breathe
O, lord forgive me for sin
That has not been sin

What an ignorant man I am!
I forgot the origin I came from
Paid no regard for the mission I was sent
What kind of curses I earn when hell bent

I am burden on this holy land
With foolishness and selfish trend
Now I realize with heaviness
Kindly reflect some light on face

Bless me with vision to see
The charitable act of tree
The vastness of sky
And freedom of birds to fly

Am I here to spread hatred?
Taking lives of human beings with bloodshed?
Fill my heart with compassion
Kindly remove such type of an obsession!

Certainly I will desire
Of having your mercy with divine fire
That shall extinguish ill feeling
Leave peacefully sans killing