Their Hymns Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Their hymns

No, it never causes any shock
It is natural joke
To make you happy from its stock
Bring in changes with first early morning voice of cock

It couples with happy morning
When churches bell ring
Temple air their hymns
And mosques do early prayers as always done

When old leaves fall in garden
I follow the system of autumn
One has to leave without murmur
It is natural order

Garden gives me clear indication
There is likely change in reason
The spring is knocking for its arrival
I happily celebrate it as festival

I did not mention about monsoon
It may arrive soon
With message for thirsty earth
I shall remain with you till death