Own Tune Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Own tune

Let the darkness disappear
And take us near
To the truth
The truth of death

The living being comes to an end
So keep the trend
Very clear in mind
And always find

Peace is within you
To move through
Inn area of friendship and love
With firm belief

Everything changes
Even an age
So feel the spring at each stage
And keep moving in passage

Never show
And blow
Own trumpet
To the selfish tune and relate

It has to be simple and sincere
Without fear
When go to the almighty
With clear mind and purity