No Late Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No Late



No late

Pick no violence
Be no tense
Think of simple life
There will be no strife

Leave religion and god
Keep it for personal world
It is yours
With honor

Pray as many times you fell
Sing and fill
Your heart with kindness
And find the cheers on face

No one can stop
Your height top
From reaching through honest means
You have seen it

Keep no hate
You are no late
Just think and get
Near to ground very wet

No Late
Thursday, August 3, 2017
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 03 August 2017

vShahnin Sultana yes me very sorry and angry the political person and ugly, very bad person. today seen a post there is some person hut a woman and her husband or another men. প্রথম তাকে মাড়তে মাড়তে নিয়ে আসে এবং গর্ত খুরে সেখানে নিক্ষেপ করে এবং একটা কাঠ দিয়ে ঢেকে দেয়...See more See translation 13 hrs · Like · 1 · Reply Manage

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 03 August 2017

welcoem shamim sultana 6 mins · Like · 2 · Reply

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 03 August 2017

Keep no hate You are no late Just think and get Near to ground very wet

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Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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