Let Our Jurney Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

If I could believe in god
There should have been no load
A clear path known as road
Very nice lane and broad

If a ocean was not sour
I could not pour
My tears to tell more
As it was already sweet and no more

But alas! Things are different
We need to understand at present
When grief is taking over
We fail to find cover

All difficulties add
We have from no where to get
Any help to wipe out tears
It adds woes and fear

Give a call o, human being
That shall sound and ring
Your prayer may be heard
You will certainly be read

Yes heart has to respond
It is first to correspond
Contact eyes to fall in line
Let the tears flow to called divine

If you can cry so painfully
I will try to shed it internally
Express my anger and anguish
Let our journey go on and finish