Blessings Happily Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We all know He is omnipresent
In each tiny particles present
It may speak or not
The truth should never be fought

The desert land was bestowed with Prophet Mohammad
What a drive to bring tribes in one fold!
With round the year holy fast
The people were full of faith with trust

'Allah- o - Akbar' or the Lord is great
It was echoed by each messenger and stated
We erred here in rounding on one concept
'Religion was taken as force and made great'

Today innocents are massacred
How many are left behind as dead?
With no ill will against any one!
The people are killed with eyes wide open

Why don't we see rose as simple symbol?
Bury all differences and give prayer's call
Give different call at one time daily
The lord may shower blessings happily