Its Induction Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Carry the innocent face
Among lovely people and their race
Show no artificiality and behave normal
You shall feel very simple and casual

You to read their faces
Know the plight and pain with traces
It has no bad feeling for any one
They look towards sky and curse none

You need not think of whole world
Live under false assumption and be misled
The real faces are behind mask
Who knows you can be one of it from start?

We say" terrorists have no religion"
They can choose any region
Where target is easy to identify
But why to pretend for self an falsify?

Let us stop worrying about false ways
They are with us and going to stay
Till the human race ends with extinction
We are still keen on for its induction