An Ordinary Man

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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I am no saint but an ordinary man Do the things in simple manner and as much as I can I need not become a person in white clad dress I sometimes miss a God and do not find trace No doubt God is mentor and savior But that all depends on our behavior What even if you daily visit him in temple or church You will find him no where in your futile search God does not demand any type of worship It is really a hype and simple whip It is only meant to be little sympathetic To fear from almighty and be little realistic No one may argue in favor of daily congregation No one may even buy your appeal for superstition You worship him honestly from inner conscience You will find him near by and feel the presence The world is suffering not missing prayers The biggest sin is loss of trust layers You never see love in eyes of fellow brethren This is biggest tragedy and burning concern To miss a kind eye is biggest sin Without love you can enjoy no win God clearly emphasizes on love and sympathy You then deserve his blessings and mercy

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