No Choice

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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As wind has no choice So is the case with voice It has lower band with politeness And upper band with madness Smile needs no voice Its presence show promise With inner happiness to unite Work for union and passion to ignite In pain you cry In happiness it is with loud try In someone’s death it is grief Voice is stopped for a brief Happiness is seen on face When near and dear one embraces How tear rush when someone takes leave We all have kind voice to utter and believe We are all human and feel for bad The changing scene may make us sad We express it with grief or happiness Wife man celebrate it with silence and coolness When different voice become strong force The result can be seen with no more remorse It is great challenge posed to mighty Only wise man quickly respond and feel happy

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