A Good Return

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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What poor get in return for their poverty? Sweet words, insult hatred or pity? Do they deserve all sorts of humility from their own brethren? Is it not betrayal of trust to God or matter of great concern? Rich may get what ever they want in return of money Poor may always remain helpless and lonely There will not be any body to speak him with love Still many are there for them ready to serve “I live in the hearts of poor in disguised manner” You may not know it at all but will come to know sooner It is their blessings that may help you to ward off the difficulties It is better to obey His wordings and work for all niceties If you are gifted with talent, intelligence and wealth You may always be concerned with beauty and health You may not go near to patient or leper for service Sometimes you may fail to attend event such as demise “I live where love is spread with fragrance” You must find out or know the sufferings at least once It is curse on humanity not to show any decency It is now high time we act with urgency Are we not concerned with about our next door neighbor? Do we bear ill will or anything against harbor? If answer is emphatic no then we are step closer We are rich in terms of all and can’t be called miser World may approach its consequential end We have delivered nothing or failed to send We have forgotten peace at heart This is an end of good start We don’t know yet where we are heading? Who pulls us towards destiny or leading? We get no clue as who feeds whole universe? All religions teach or reflect the same I their verses Have we ever tried to feed even single person? Can we go into detail and find out the reason? Does that mean that we have been given special privilege? Still we are in confusion and don’t come out of cage This DOGMA has remained for centuries Rich or intelligent people have always raised some queries The power and fame has blinded them with intoxication Though person knows the futility but still prefers suffocation This will end only with the summons for departure We may still bear bad feelings and nurture “God may still come and whisper in ears for the best” Don’t worry, I knew it well but still I had to test” This is how the life has to be summed up No can easily pretend, hide or come out with bluff If we love each other something good will definitely prevail Why not go for in it and the chances peacefully avail

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