Lord, Creator Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Lord, Creator
Never create disorder
And surrender
To own thoughts
It is not ought to be
Do we not owe?
And bow
For our existence
At once
Lord creator
We pray for
Mercy and blessings
That can bring happiness
The life is momentary
So it is necessary
For us to be indebted
When it is related
We shall help each other
And offer
Love and peace
To live with harmony and at an ease
Never create disorder And surrender To own thoughts It is not ought to be
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