No Miracle Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love has been named
And wholly claimed
As holy in relevant terms
Now it is our turn

How do we make it?
With love and greet
All our brethren
With same concern

I know we are mortal
But still can become immortal
By noble deeds and work
That shall be taken as word of lords

It is simple
Tricky and full of struggle
Yet not all people succeed
By their noble deeds

“Win the hearts of people”
Almighty directs with gospel
It is main document
That leads movement

Love is no miracle
Yet so sacred and simple
Not all people condemn
But feel and appreciate in turn