From Start To An End Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

From Start To An End

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I have precious thing in my possession
I have got it from heaven as concession
I always prayed from God for generous heart
I feel it is with me from the beginning or start

I wish everybody is blessed with
So much is commented upon it is surrounded by myth
If person is having all the comforts at his disposal
The life will be useless if lacks the courage to accept good proposal

There are gloomy people to be found around
Some of the things are difficult to understand and find
They shed the tears over somebody’s success
Their only remorse is not having that much access

I have come across some of the good saying
No one may actually go in for buying
The time has come for all the difference burying
The need or importance is already lying

What we had you had in or possession that has been lost?
What we have gained so far and at what cost?
What are all things may accompany when we depart?
I could name a single thing pointed out to me from the start

I have decided to spend whatever I have
For the noble cause when it needs to behave
If all prefer to go blindly for material benefit?
Who will care for Poor’s aspirations and meet

I may prefer to render few pieces of advice
It will be good on my part to be wise
It will definitely be appreciated if something I acceded to
We may be doing something worthwhile and very true

Many festivals fall during the year and peacefully pass off
We may be spending lavishly like cigar’s puff
It is good to enjoy the occasion but in true spirit
At least keep mercy at heart and love when openly greet

So many may be wishing to celebrate it with fun fare
They may not have means to go any where
You may find half clad person’s on the road
Living happily though with compulsion and carrying the load


I wish if I can share their one tear
That may give some feelings to bear
One of the cruelest factors of real life
Where everything is like sharp edge of knife

I may not have enough means to share their burden
Unhappiness and miseries that has befallen all of sudden
If I can cry for moment and participate for a second even
I shall consider my self as worthiest human being then

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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