With Bare Hands

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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With bare hands Heart sings well And unwillingly tell About the sufferings felt And no fragrance smelt This is tragedy For the mankind made by an almighty He had given clear direction For building harmonious relation It was to be our goal And respond to divine call Leave behind everything And bring along nothing But we rushed towards material happiness And brought unwanted tresses We forgot basic things Nothing was to accompany with dead bodies The hands were to remain open For onward journey to heaven The principles clearly indicated The outcome of our deeds was to be counted So we wasted human life And cared nothing about family members and wife We regarded less for humanity And finally went bare hands to an almighty

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