Happy Days Not Again

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Not a blade of grass grows Not even gentle wind blows Forget about sun’s rise And set in east by surprise It is all with his blessings Nothing goes as missing It takes place at destined hour We need to think therefore It needs no extra effort Just mental balance to sort out Think of nothing except being poor human Who has nothing at command to enforce as man? Let you have millions of worth assets That shall never be allowed or let To be taken along for further use You shall leave alone without any choice Happy days are spent in no time Bad days are taking long time The sun turns smile again But we forget the past pain The family still suffers The family members still differ There is no peace at home Why not all people think to welcome Stay at home peacefully Go to almighty for refuge really Surrender as if nothing belongs to you Will this not be the path true?

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