A Belief Not Common

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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What is common in us? This question baffled me most This had destabilizing effect and was proving fatal at tremendous cost How was I going to settle it to lead simple and straight life? It had sharp edge and was tearing me apart as if operated by knife Why we had different pattern of life and almost lived poles apart Why did we perform and prayed from different angle and still remained part? The religion was different still prayed almighty with same zeal and looked apparent It had same basis, spirit, contents and flow of thought with same current Mind was occupied with single aim that is to say to attain the salvation Nothing was different and it remained same for all to live with the situation Everybody wanted to lead the peaceful life though the approach differed Human race was to survive still as the inherent mechanism suffered If God had wanted the same treatment for all, he could have given one color Why all flowers were created different with almost fascinating fragrance and odor Customs too differ to please the God but aim one to seek blessings it is still awesome to feel different and cause so much stressing Race, color, skin may differ but there ma y remain pure soul Food habits may differ but appetite may not smell foul World may be divided into continents, regions but surface may remain same We got to adjust to the scene and to live with the ideals and try to frame Mother may not act different with her children The love may flow unconditional and sudden She may be rejoiced at children’s well being They may one day attain high position or become kings Land is same, atmosphere is same with day and night Some one may interpret it wrong and someone may do it right The atmosphere may vitiate only when they differ and start to fight The dark clouds may descend with the disappearance of light Still we have so many things in common With little agony and pain, tears may roll on The blood may come out when there is injury The common color of blood may increase the fury We have survived long battle and emerged as victorious The past to be left behind by us may still be very glorious We see the same, feel the same and breathe the same air To fight for nothing is something called as unfair Let us ignite the passion for humanity Live and allow others to live with dignity There is nothing different in the infinity It is how you believe in fine quality

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