His Touch

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Hope no one is missing me there As I feel lots of pain here When look down with despair! Why have human beings turned unfair? They were really orphan Now they find it easy with fun What is difference today between street boys and learned one? Each one is behaving with madness even I found His touch in you When lifted with love to view You smiled with innocent face I thought I have won the world's beautiful race You new nothing about universe As you were abandoned with curse With each call of cry, we were feeling sadness Now see the outcome of grown up faces Not I say alone, but many messengers! Who had descended to serve and deal hunger! I felt pain at hart and took the mission Humanity has been forgotten and is now in question Minor children, young and even old people Make women and girls to live in hell Whom to trust and whom to believe? I pray God to make it congenial to live

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