No Bullets Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
No Bullets
No bullets but ballets
No luck or cruel fate
Ignorance is bliss
There is love in mother’s kiss
Let it remain
And not remind
Of pain to bleed
And witness the greed
Let ignorance not feel
When others come to kill
But show the will of love power
That rain has got so much to shower
Let no one mind
That he or she has to find
In this human nature
What is face and stands for sure?
Your city may smile
With lovely people
They have beautiful heart with love
At from distance I hear and believe
You nourish it with care
No one may ever dare
To turn into ugly scene
The beautiful flowers may always be seen
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No bullets but ballets No luck or cruel fate