By Historians Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

If you can be hard core element
You can live peacefully at present
The world understands the language of might
You shall then be accept as right

Too much of advisory forms of service is unwanted
It is heard from one side and left unattended
It will increase the field of disliking
Your presence shall always be non- striking

The life is for those who can carry no caringly
Serve for humanity with no insult to self daringly
Personal life has no meaning when you become devotional
Everything is given second preference without being emotional

Why saints or sages look entirely different
They are destined to stand firmly on feet
Work for poor and down trodden despite great difficulty
As they think it is mission assigned by the almighty

Keep smiling with kind heart
Shrink all apprehensions and start
With whatever you think is humanitarian
Rest all will be judged by historians