Soul Into Fold

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Love has always ruled world Brought many souls into fold Whether it was severe cold Or miseries unseen or told One thing has to be believed The pain has to be relieved It is truth that prevails Rest everything fails Love has pulling power Like clouds with rainy water It rains till thrust is over It is natural cover Love needs no recognition It is not surrounded by any question It has its own fragrance It happens only by chance It has innocence of child Very affectionate and kind’ Whole of future can be read in her smile Just smile at him in his style I invade your memory Shake it for the sake of no worry You enjoy it with happiness There has to be shine on face Whole of garden has fine blossom It has been witnessed seldom You were never at peak Now I feel small and weak I would love to breathe and excel That has to go exceedingly well Whether recognized or not The ways are always fought I need lovely smile and care Else how can I look and dare? Never scold me with harsh sentences I stand for unity and love with smiling faces

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