Mercy And Compassion

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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I wondered in hostile land I have breathed for a long on this motherland Loved her like anything else but more I praise her from heart and adore Whenever I used to be in trouble I shall rush to mother and speak about struggle She will provide me each clue Put her hand over head and guide to pass through She is no more now and I face dilemma Fail to face the uphill task and such dogma I find no suitable place to like mother's refuge Her impression on my mind large and huge But I have found another place to feel merry That none other than Mother Marry Fountain of mercy and compassion I just murmur by heart all my confessions I have observed immediate result I feel elated without fear of any insult She is always there before my eyes I need to remember her and make little try Oh, mother merry what do I find on your face? Compassion, mercy, love with unforgettable traces Oh, you cry with my pain and feel sorry I keep my head down and forget to worry My mother, I don't know, is in lovely place called heaven That has rattled me for a long and cause worry now even I have found in you all my answers Such happiness can only be enjoyed by fewer I wish I could remain forever in your lap Sleep sound and wait for your gentle slap That can take me to the new height Love Ocean is within reach and mercy can be witnessed straight I shall dream alone about such divine feeling I may not share it with any one despite willingness I think lot more may flow like water stream In the form water fall and like sun's beam

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