Huge Numbers Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Huge Numbers
People always cry over split milk
Sit in isolation and think
Give more thrust to lost chance
Never try to come out even once
Someone may go to them
Advise them to wake up in turn
They will then try to realize
Come back to real world and oblige
It takes long time to forget human loss
As it is not easily forgettable force
Often it rushes to mind screen
They often appear and remain
Love birds are more prone
As they have gone
Too far to come back and set
It is too unfortunate
Yes it is state of insecurity
You revert with prayers to almighty
The holy places are real refuge
So we find people there in huge numbers
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People always cry over split milk Sit in isolation and think
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