Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Love has many forms
That always keeps us warm
Mother’s memory always reminds us
Always love them and trust
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कवियोंको बहका देती है

सुबह हो जाने पर भी उठ ना पाया
किरणों ने भी चेहरे पर आतंक ढाया
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Whether in power
Or out of power
With majority
Or minority
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Whole of India is celebrating with colors
It is festival of pride and honor
People of all walks play it with fun
Colors are in hand and like bull they run
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How do the lies can help o develop our character? |
Can that serve in building our selves as better actor/
What type of shocks we have to bear thereafter?
Does that not bale our expectations and shatter?
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Not poets alone but readers too
Is responsible part to pass through?
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मौका फिर से सरक गया

कैसे, कैसे, कैसे में कह दू?
दिल की बाते, मुलाकातें और गुफ्तगू
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I was asking simple favor
Not big words with honor
But with little kind of recognition
That each poet or writer needed with appreciation
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“You come to my fold, I shall take care”
I am omni present and can be seen anywhere
What does it matter if you cage me and confine?
Can anyone come forward and authoriatively define?
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Just flash of light
Something likes comet’s tail
Felled on track
No trace
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