Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

“Do or die’
It is good try
But not futile struggle
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For the first time I felt
About the real fragrance and smelt
The wind facilitated in my favor
It was heavenly sent and honor
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I can feel shame
But pass no blame
It is my own creation
With shaky foundation
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Cruel joke

You always raise banner
For poor
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From experience what we try to achieve?
Do we try to impose or leave it to believe?
From European past, it has emerged differently
From Middle East it has tested bitterly
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Nature sings in tune
With melody so fine
It sends air of happiness
I find cheers and echo on face
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Beat the drum

No color, no race
Only smile on face
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Luck's smile

I am no where
And near
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It is imagined
About some lines
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I was just grazing on virgin land
To find out whether I can find some friend
“You are amazing person” I heard mild voice
She was with lots of sheep’s and making noise
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