Always Happy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Whom should I believe?
What faith I should live by
I give earnest thought and try
I am confused and feel shy

I have read so many books
My head turns tense and shakes
In disbelief with lots of explanation
It has beautifully woven the meaning of relation

I wondered about definition
Of love and its exhibition
No words showed any difference
It was up to followers to draw inference

No one might have remained present
When they were written and aimed at
What the shape of world was to be!
How the people were to act and feel free

I felt deepness of an ocean
Blue water and depth never seen
Such may be the real intention of almighty
To think of nothing and remain always happy