The Son Of God Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The son of god

There is god
That represents good
There is an evil
It speaks of nothing to feel
So how do we make?
True replica from fake
Real representative from an almighty
And show it as messenger of divinity

We often say
And stay
As symbol of innocence
With true presence

So many people have shown
And later on
Became known as lord's emissary
Even today you are son of mother Mary

You became Prophet Mohammed
And led
Simple and devoted life
Even though it proved sharp as knife