The Souls Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The souls

No rich or poor
But a good neighbor
Never a hater
But good lover

Lover of human values
That is all due and oppose
If sages teach or try to speak
The language of devil and try to sneak

I shall prefer the next birth
Not of any such kind with bad breathe
But to a body of human being
Who shall live by to bring

Let my children push me away
Show me gate and sent to exit way
I shall still prefer to be same woman
The creator of human being

I am sure love shall win
As it was scene of past
And would be the star topic of future
I shall stand there

No, who says?
The basic sentiments stay
The souls cry
And human values always try