Folded Hands Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Folded Hands
I am
a free bird
fly with powerful wings
over the horizon and sing
the sweet melodious songs
with simple aim
to claim
freedom
know it well
and greet the people
who struggle daily very hard
with the folded hands
to bring end
send happiness
Dr Jadia Hasmukh
Free bird flied with powerful wings. Freedom makes the bird great in aspect of living. God gives us beautiful creation. In folded hands we thank and adore and pray him. This poem is very nice.
with the folded hands to bring end send happiness Dr Jadia Hasmukh
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Poem: 59492308 - Folded Hands Member: Kumarmani Mahakul Comment: Free bird flied with powerful wings. Freedom makes the bird great in aspect of living. God gives us beautiful creation. In folded hands we thank and adore and pray him. This poem is very nice.