Just Find Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Just find
Creator so kind
In form of power
That may suddenly shower

You will realize
And summarize
To feel the third eye
That shall make you to cry

You have seen only kindness
The emergence light rays
From behind dark clouds
Now you may hear loud sound

It may tear apart and test
The earth may give in with crushed chest
The rivers may be in spate
The horror tale may be only left to state

Thousand may become homeless
With loss of precious lives
No food and no shelter
The nature may have nothing to offer

Pray with two hands
And bow down for meeting no dead ends
The dark clouds may vanish soon
For emergence of new flowers and boom