Words Were Golden Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Not his mortals
But ideals
That makes man famous
Among people and their eyes

They look forward
With his words
And follow footsteps
As it leads to happiness

Let us take cases of god's massagers
They appeared with different names to offer
Peace and world harmony
That was order from almighty

It is different matter
That we have struck to differ
Made vicious circle around
And feel hatred on ground

Their words were golden
To make this beautiful world as heavy en
We did not remember their ideals
Others wise they were real to fill