Cruel Fate

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Cruel Fate It was you Who pushed me through? Tough road and taught How the front has to be fought! Exactly forty-six years ago You appeared as wind made gentle blow From the first day, you showed an importance For me, it was heavenly chance You filled complete vacuum Before that, life was completely dim I had no control over my urges You came as big surprise I was simple soldier But eager And knowledge-hungry You made all of us very happy Your simple way of handling matter Impressed the younger as well as elders You left no room for complaint And serenely maintained I whip silently in the corner Shed some tears And sink into memory As you were taken away by an almighty I was upset But took it as bad luck or fate Some courses are not in our hand And we have to accept the dead end

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