Its Existence Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing remains permanent
The fact remains present
No one shall have any doubt
Life is venture and should be firmly dealt

The wind may blow
The rivers may flow
The nature may show favor
Just think therefore

How come gold becomes pure?
After removing all impurities for sure
It regains original shine
Like simple truth of divine

We shall have eagerness
To find out truth in any case
It is matter not easy to be known at its best
The humanity demands many things for open test

Think about no other world
Many religious books have openly advocated or told
Feel internally about faith and its existence
You shall find light’s presence