Holy Shrines Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You swing pendulum of your own
Make your intention known
Let them know what you are after
Then sit lightly and roar into laughter

How does the depression come?
When you think of it so much and welcome
If Cleopatra can not be your then think of Angela Julie
Devise the plant and feel from heart very happy

If you can not touch moon
Think of blazing sun in noon
How come laborers work very hard!
Sweat more still look forward

Everything thing has its own importance
It is just luck by chance
If you have born in influential family
Live there with joy and happily

If you are born ugly
Don't think of it unnecessarily
It is His desire
That you are brought here

You may get only that
What is destined in your fate?
Nothing more and nothing less
So doesn't draw worry lines on face?

You may find no depression
If you develop an art of confession
It is guilt that may be omitted in admission
You will feel happy as ever without any confusion

Be contended with whatever you have
Think of people below you and nicely behave
You shall overcome short comings
It may provide you means of nice being

This is way of life with uncertain journey
Some one may have in abundance and in plenty
Someone may be starving and dying
Of hunger and on ground lying