Guts To Greet Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is divine to feel about goodness
It has its own roots and traces
It may be unfortunate
If that can not be inscribed to relate

Nothing should be washed away
Particularly when life is to stay
Beautifully under control
And give memorable call

The wind should not wipe out letters
Put on sand with the aim to alter
The sea should not be allowed to act as villain
The memory and writing should always remain

Life is message
It has to help in all the ages
The our coming generation grasp
And joyfully clap

Old experience moulds future
Past mistakes are rectified for sure
The sun shines over horizon
The destiny can surely be won

Let no precious things be washed
Let powerful waves rush and dash shore
It can carry deep impression but not the spirit
We shall contribute with our guts to greet