For being foolish
I am smiling at you for being foolish
Life has just started and not yet finished
You have been showered with all the blessings
Nothing is taken off or left with missing
I am creator of universe and still helpless
You have picked nothing good and have made mess
I wanted to see you all with smiling faces
But you all have forgotten it in mad race
I love you as kind human being
I have not clipped your wings
You are free to act as noble and honest
Who stops you from performing best?
I feel pain at your rude behavior
You have forgotten your creator
You do not believe in existence of your savior
You live in fool’s paradise and act as warrior
You can be brought down on earth
You can be compelled to embrace death
You can be made nobody at any time
You are committing unpardonable crimes
I still forgive you for being indifferent
Your folly is seen and is very apparent
You act as if you are totally different
One day you may have to feel sorry and repent
You will not find favorable wind
You will be denied access and kindness
You will be pain in same coin as you sow
You will be given raw treatment if you don’t vow
You are given all the freedom to act
In human life you should know all the facts
Act wise and have faith in goodly things
You may then deserve good for something
I keep on smiling on helpless situation
I have given you strength for its evaluation
Why I keep on be on their side with blessings?
So they should loose the trail of tracing
I want you all to confine within limits
The refuge on earth is temporary with no permanent seat
No one should remain under wrong illusion
There should not be even slight confusion
You are building castles and palaces
They won’t be left with any traces
They will disappear as pack of cards
So think of good life and be on watch or guard
I love to be on your side from time to time
It becomes difficult for me to rescue you sometimes
Nevertheless you have all the amnesty for some error
Only you need to see self in the mirror
You lead a life that is expected from you
It does not belong to you and it’s very true
You may stay here for a while and go away
Try to see reason through and have peaceful way
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Wrong on The Way
We find nothing wrong on the way
If that is chosen carefully to keep away
From all kind of ills and with good intent
There is nothing more or less to repent
We are not put to harassment in any way
We are not driven away or kept at bay
It is destined path and decided much in advance
You will have to cross it any time at once
It is made easier with lot of blessings
Nothing goes from your luck as missing
You are given your share at right moment
There is not much left to be asked for comment
It is inhaling object on the earth
No breath and it is declared death
You are alive so long there is some sign
You look good and feel very fine
We need little grace
For smiling always on the face
Rest all we have to struggle
To enjoy life and keep free from troubles
Enjoy quietly what has been offered
Take it as gift routinely conferred
Whatever you bear in mind or differ
If there is destiny to suffer then you certainly suffer
Regret only when it pinches
Cry only when heart it touches
Stay aloof when no purpose is seen
Show interest only when you are keen
Find the ocean to swim with
Prepare fully and armed with teeth
Think that it is one time life chance
It may come or not come if gone at once
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To Live In World
To live in world as man or woman
You can prove as true human
Who stops you from living as you like?
This idea must remain at heart and strike
Noble people are those who live on with ideals
Their life is simple but in fact very real
They have nothing to hide or make deal
It is always their endeavor to have sympathy and feel
Human race is not what we have made
We need enough of digging with spade
The earth can be made soft and fertile
The garden can boom in its own way with style
We have forgotten the basic values
Humanity is not realized with its dues
If we can’t give good or worthwhile to anyone
We are shame on earth and hence claim none
Not everybody can be assured of lovely life
As everybody is expected to walk on an of knife
It can be made rosy and worth to live
If we adhere to and respect the life of others and believe
If you bow your head with respect
No one may have any kind of grudges to react
You will be given due weight age and recognition
Your word may find right place with consideration
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No to worry
I worry too much about life
It causing me unwanted strife
Please lend me a helping hand
And to rewrite what I planned
I need to talk to God and pray
He will help me find my way
His light will cleanse my soul
And his love will make whole…….James F. Cunningham
You worry about unwanted things
Some precious moments are missed for nothing
For the want of mental satisfaction
Where as you got to justify your action
Why you need to talk to lord?
He is all the time near you as god
Guides you to behave in responsible manner
So you are not troubled and feel as such lesser
Think of storm in midway on sea
You can feel the danger and see
Still ship is anchored safely at shore
What else will be asking for more?
You are made comfortable
Your life is made stable
You are given it in the form of blessings
Why do you such feel it as missing?
Just do the nice and noble things
Perform and act as poor but not as kings
That may bring arrogance and invite rude behavior
You act as noble man and savior
Life is for us not to worry
Never let down your self or feel sorry
Just a few earnest words in your prayer
You may have his blessings and favor
I am no sage or saint
Yet many times I faint
After seeing some tragedy
Yet I feel it is all decided by almighty
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No hidden agenda
There is no hidden agenda
It is pure feeling not expressed in verses or stanzas
I long for universal happiness and prosperity
I always bow down and pray to almighty
I know for sure that many lead undignified life
This is not helping them to cut the edge of knife
It pushes them towards brink of disaster
They were never made to feel as their own master
Life seems so hollow and unworthy
It is full of pain and apathy
No end seems to be in sight
For them nothing wrong or right
On the other side many suffer because of plentiful
They are on top and very much successful
Still they remain inactive and prefer isolation
For them life is something with no relation
The humanity and kindness has got no meaning
Such ideology or thoughts are definitely weakening
Our foundation and dignified way of living’
So many people are desperately diving
The deep sea is only their refuge
The society derecognizes them and refuses’
Their existence as fellow human being
Though we are all actors in ring
It is really a blessings that has been showered
We have definite ideology and strongly powered
It has all the answers for rushing to the needy
So many remain indoors and watch it as greedy
It does not help them either
The storm may not remain same and wither
Tomorrow may not be identical or same
We should not later on curse or blame
Let us be sympathetic and considerate
Not to side with evil doers and collaborate
As it is doomed to fail and bring disaster
We should move carefully and faster
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‘Live and Let Live! ’
‘Live and let live’ – all just say;
But, do the opposite things everyday;
‘Live and let live ‘– is the one and only way,
By which all can live happily today.
This earth is one and human race is one;
Same problems confront all under the sun;
There are so many things that stay undone;
‘Few things are wrought by money or by gun! ’
The division of lands is just Nature’s;
The air we breathe belongs to all creatures;
It cannot be confined to borders made;
When rain is brought by God, all borders fade.
No nation or its peoples have all things;
This world belongs to paupers and too, kings;
Umpteen problems to all, a lifetime brings;
The sky is same for ‘winged’ and without wings!
Why fight o’er borders that are inconstant?
Why spend so lavishly on nuclear arms?
Why try to make the poorer people slaves?
Why aim for overly-produce from farms?
The basic needs of human race are same;
Denying them to brethren is a shame;
Let love and brotherhood remain our aim;
‘To dust we go because from dust we came! ’
A few rich persons hold most earth’s treasures;
Whatev’r we give, we’ll get in like measures;
There are limits for all earthly pleasures;
The love of God on earth made all creatures!
Let rules be such that all can follow them;
Let life be treated sacred everywhere;
Let kindness fill the hearts of world’s leaders;
‘No war can bring a lasting peace on earth.’
‘Live and let live’ –the best thing all can do;
Let love and not fear, all citizens woo;
Our span of life on earth is short and true;
Our love to God and man, let’s all renew!
The earth can be a paradise as well;
Our faulty deeds keep earth almost like hell;
Our destiny is same – history does tell;
Why human toil should be our own death-knell?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-9-2008
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Too large to live
World is too large to live
Truth is too hard to believe
Life is not what we see or observe
It is what we make out of it and deserve
Is it not the beautiful to see flowers?
Can we ever think to pluck fewer?
If some of them are gone then what will be left?
We need to think afresh and make little shift?
We need to smell with fragrance a lot
Love can be won without being it fought
As the faces will never be seen
Yet the kindness there might have been
This is how we need to grow with difference
Draw a line similar to parallel and draw inference
We shall not meet in life again but dream a world
That may provide warmth and not develop cold
How many may be lucky to feel little absence?
Why will it be making little sense?
What is there to miss if some one is not seen?
Why out heart ache for it and is very keen?
Lot many things to be answered and deeply felt
The earthly smell is to be inhaled and simply smelt
It is not for someone to feel and explain
It will only be explained at the time rain
One must be aware of the fact
The nature has made it as unavoidable act
One can’t remain without making it
It is how we express when greet
I see thousands of smiling faces
Not because they are simply in race
To get something out of desperation
But because their existence is in question
World has shrinked and may come to stand still
If we do not come clean express our will
Love and only good will should prevail
Everything is open for us to avail
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Gift or Token
Even if life does not smile
We must carry on meanwhile
Life may be cruel, favorable or against
We have obligation to stay here with keen interest
How many people come on earth and vanish?
Who takes pride for life's best finish?
Everybody suffers from one draw back or another
We must look daily afresh and need not bother
What is to be feared from life and death?
It has to be based on your firm belief and faith
You should go on living as normal man
What else in life you want or can?
It is gifted life and is on hire
We must thank god and admire
No one may know what the next moment will be
The soul will become free and may need no permission to flee
As you are given empty stomach to fill
Some labor has to be put on to earn as good will
You may feel very sweet of it if earned through noble means
Rest of the people may suffer and end in no win
Life is always stuffed with either up or down
You may have to put large efforts of your own
Result may remain unknown but surely on your side
As there are tremendous opportunities and world is so wide
Love to live with meager means if not given enough
No doubt life may prove difficult and very tough
Yet we are made of simple clay and can be easily broken
Life must be looked upon as gift or token
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No Time
Future is to be shaped with anticipation
For building up of good relation
We are not sure of what is in store
But still search every possibility to explore
No reason for unstoppable progress
Even if with limited access
Non stop use of life but it can stop any time
With no slight hint or notice sometimes
Never think of reasons and get involved
As universe is meant to be revolved
It has bearing on your life
When blessed with very good wife
Love to live
And believe
What keep you alive?
When earnestly you strive?
It may go on
Until you are worn out
Life may need no approach
No time will be left as such
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Only Closeness
It rains to everybody’s gain
That is creator's worry main
What else can we strive and aim?
Only closeness and frankness to Him?
We all pray for his grace
Then only smile may come on face
You may be prepared to win the race
As in each and every particle you may find the trace
We may be priceless creature
Should have been created for bright future
To carry on noble work unfinished
Where we can be sent to finish
Many may be living with blind faith
Unknown fear may be gripping them for death
Such fear can be allayed
Full message with love can be conveyed
What is not given to us as necessary?
We only feel discontented and weary
If we go for unlimited joy and happiness
It can be brought without strain on face
Who can say there is no life around?
Earth is lively with so many lives under ground
Many may have only few hours to live
Yet they look towards sky and believe
We may be over on second’s time
The life has to be realized mean time
It will be taken care off if left unfinished
Someone else may take over and get it finished
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Human life
Why some of things remain as ever?
Beautiful and liked by others forever
Rose doesn't give up its fervor
So is the pride and honor
We as human beings remain and suffer
To see people, their behavior and simple offer
Their warring path and eagerness for peace
Yet goal same to remain and live at ease
Good people always remain calm and quiet
Let the luck be cruel or with uncertain fate
They know for sure that it is all by destiny
Decided and given to us by almighty
Why to leave goodness then for paltry gain?
Cause bitterness and make others to suffer with pain
It is good to have sufferings for confidence
Rather than passing it to others at once
Dark clouds disappear with passing of time
Nothing remains permanent any time
Think of good and deliver the best
This is the crucial time and good test
As days don't change and nights remain?
Why at all we throw goodness in drain?
Wealth, property and kingdoms may vanish
Good name and fame may remain and will not finish
Human life is as such beautiful and lively
We can add sorrow, pain joy and laughter readily
It needs broadness at heart and will power
Clouds are there to watch and happily shower
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Keep on With
Keep on with artificial smiling
As it may add to your billing
Yet not bad to please someone dear
As she may have real fear
You may be proving extra smart
And you need to hide this art
So look and act silly
If you want to remain peaceful and live happily
But question is how long you may succeed
When you may loose the race and lead
It may be last day for you to face
As you will then be thrown out of race
You will be thrown out of gate
Or will be stopped from coming very late
All restriction will be placed on your movement
You will lament on your folly and prefer to remain silent
Well, this is just beginning
Now time will come for your grinning
You will take all the orders politely
As you have no other option than to take it quietly
So act wise and create no distrust wall
It may end up in unwarranted call
You will loose the good will and trust
All facts must be borne in mind as it is must
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Prabhu's Blessings
The sky may look hollow
But certain things are expected to follow
*Prabhu, Lord has showered me with blessings
An old man dying on death bed sees it as kind things
Not all may realize the importance
If little good is said at once
It may not be by chance
But from heart by an ounce
I am humble man
Ordinary and down to earth human
Feel sore at plight of bird even
After all it is fancy and deliberately driven
What poets generally feel and write?
Clash it with changing world and fight
Leave no ground to convince the readers
That you need a voice not from leader
Not metaphors or beautiful words may appeal
Not a good picture or contents may look real
But if feeling is mixed with simple words
It may certainly work with people to look forward
Many things are happening around
Not feeling of closeness is found
I feel dejected as if to have wasted time
Life is so precious and not to be spent cheaply sometimes
Someone showed me the way and pushed me to front
To show the masses that there is something not to confront
Love and peace can't bargained with hatred and annihilation
Mother earth is beautiful to live in and build very good relation
*Prabhu…..God, Lord
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How To Feel Free
You had clear stand
Made other people to understand
How life can be tackled?
Save precious time and led
Now you find life to be gem
As you have understood them
Life has been made easy
With the blessings from almighty
You were not jealous
But kept life continuous
Without any reward
But looking forward
No one sided with you
As they found it not true
You were unmoved
Took no steps for fears to be removed
It was not your concern
They had to check it in turn
Truth can never remain hidden
It has to appear any time even
Sun can remain hidden behind clouds
But success may speak very loud
Sun will emerge when clouds are moved
So is the noble man and his work proved
You need not worry
Or feel bad with sorry
Life was never a burden to carry
It was in fact a smooth journey
So move ahead with vision
Let there remain no confusion
You the master and you are the key
You have to decide as how to feel free
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Lost and forgotten
Why are we so helpless and fear death?
It scares me even with idea of laying wreath?
What sort of sad scene to send tears down!
Person may be altogether lost and forgotten
God decided to introduce it as final resort
He did not think of any steps for person to deport
It was left to be decided by individual concern
Everybody was expected to come back or return
If it was left to person’s choice
Then he would never have preferred death or demise
He should have gone for all the remedies
Even would have created wall of children and ladies
God feared some thing of this nature may come up
The human being will not yield to any set up
Death could create permanent fear in the mind
So this was the easiest way of deterrence to find
Some day he may develop the sense of going closer
Pray for reprieve, donate generously and not act as miser
The wealth may create the sense of insecurity and force to seek
The blessings from the God before he may start falling sick
Not all the wealthy, influential or powerful men fear death
There is no discrimination mentioned in any of the faith
Names are given with different indication but meaning same
They will be shocked to find it when finally come
Those who surrender and wish to lead happy life
May matter less to them if caused by nature, sickness or edge of knife
This is only cycle that has been made for all
Even Prophets, Messiahs and even lord had to respond to the call
This is formidable weapon and most dangerous
It sways, stays and plays havoc continuous
No one can dare to take extreme steps in anticipation
Either it has full commitment or enough participation
Think for a moment the unruly scene in the absence of death
No one will be afraid of any consequences including wrath
The human will kill human and keep under domination
As he will have no fear of answering any question
The death of near one makes him to wonder little
For a moment he will be shocked and feel unsettled
This will make him feel the futility of life as such
He may get wind out of it and involve not much
The person can be purified with little admission
Guilty feeling may push him toward confusion
If can surrender or feel so towards the end
There may be enough of scope to feel sad and mend
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A beginning that leads me to the end
deep in our heart, lives the breath of our soul, the immortality
of what it is made, lies in the wisdom of the one who created
the eternity as the destiny of every living and non-living materials
that exist
a pondering, message that in everything we do, has value to
remember, that gives the essence of what we feel, an inner
passion that jerks us to move and courage to go on, of what is
being made
this is our human impulse, like a wind that leaves in every trees,
that passes each leaf drops in the soil of fertility, perhaps one
has to retrospect, what strength we possess, for this will be the
sole energy we have, when time we meet our creator
be pure in heart and let your spirit, cling to the spirit of God, for
only in this courage you will win the strength of God, his
weaknesses lies in what we are, live what is call to perfection,
a call to human failure to accept what your heart desire, yet
honest to receive the forgiveness of God
build a trust, that will guide your way that in every failure, you
know the remission of our sin, what being taken is what is being
live in the eternity of life, God never leave us alone, even in the
dungeon of hell, He stay with us
just be in your watch, in every way you live, for the time is not
perfect, the way as it tack, in our life we stay, God will take us
so freely, good luck
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Misunderstood
The ills of all the human race,
The woes of earth that bring disgrace
Would banish, if we only could,
Escape the fiend, Misunderstood.
When Eve and Adam pure and good,
The law divine misunderstood,
A downward course was then begun,
A race that all the earth must run.
The thought is sad, indeed, though true,
That sinners reap in season due,
The fruits of all they sow, and should,
For down in hell they're understood.
The infidels of giant brain,
Would save themselves a deal of pain,
By claiming truth, if such they could,
But they alas! misunderstood.
The wars that devastate the land,
The reason men for wrong will stand,
They have somewhere in seeking good,
The law of right misunderstood.
In harshness do we estimate,
The neighbors oft we underrate,
The scene would change it nature could,
The monster bare, Misunderstood.
The Negro Problem of the times,
Which breeds the most atrocious crimes,
Survives, because in crushing good,
The Golden rule's misunderstood.
The Savior's work on earth was one,
Of building up where sin had run,
He gave to all the highest good,
But passed through life misunderstood.
We long to rest when time is o'er,
In that beyond for evermore,
The habitation of the good,
Above the fiend, Misunderstood.
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How to redeem life
Pertinent question always knocking the mind,
Soul I honestly search, but answer not find,
Lucrative offers come on the way but rescind,
Unknown call from within always me remind,
I feel there is something which must be attained,
Salvation you may call but bondage not retained,
Attachment free link and true essence obtained,
Living in world but not isolation and detained,
Human life precious not to be easily lost,
Temptation more but not drawn at any cost,
May not find place when situation so worst,
I may turn good when honoured will be first,
How to lead a noble but simple life?
Will be most difficult as double edged knife,
I shall surge ahead not stop at this juncture,
Even when you find life wheel get puncture,
You may feel humiliation and path with obstacles,
Danger may lurk and not noticed by spectacles,
Not deterred by setbacks path should be found,
Worth will be mission and goal seem sound,
You are not free as surrounded by sides,
Which side to go will concern more besides,
If you choose left, right will be exposed,
So not to worry sides, trust only reposed,
Never assess good work but dump in the sea,
Either burry in ground or not attempt to see,
These small things emerge but may not matter,
It may harm more if mentioned or find utter,
This may not hamper your peaceful existence,
Life will be worth with powerful substance,
But even slight deviation or making distance,
Mission will be in jeopardy and quoted for instance.
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A helpless animal
Why are we called helpless animal?
Even though we can help and perform well
We have all type of sentiments to react
How far do we go that all depends on the act?
Basically linked with selfish motives
In case they are so sensitive
Generally not all acts are self oriented
It forces him not to act and prevented
It may hardly matter even if pursued with noble intent
People may still feel bad and try to give vent
The wrong signal is always sent
You are taken a back and offer no comment
We are seized with all sorts of problems
It is all so important when are at the helms
It creates awkward situation when we cut sorry figure
It is helpless position and we are not at all sure
Nothing will go right from the beginning
You will be faced with dark side and not with shining
It is all the time more difficult when there is no hope
All your efforts fail when you try to rope
You are compelled to act contrary
Even though it may be looked important and necessary
You are guided by own safety and interest
You try to come out of it and deliver the best
Many may be offended by the act
They will look at you as unfriendly and angrily react
It is natural out burst that compels them to offer
But in reality they never agree with you and differ
It is human tendency and must be accepted as such
Insistence should not be forced or exerted much
It will have unbearable consequences with negative impact
The crux of matter may be altogether different in fact
To err is human but to forget is totally inhuman
We all fall in the same category and domain
No one is really above the same mentality
Only the act is seen not in totality
How can we address it by keeping safe?
It may be called opening of new leaf
It may be entirely decision of one’s own
The yield will be different as seeds are already sown
It is equally reciprocated in same coin
Nothing goes unrewarded if noble cause is joined
People may term you fool or otherwise
But in fact you are considered as noble and wise
Nothing remains permanent here
Only good name remains there
It may speak of volumes
Name will be remembered even if consigned to flames
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Love life and death
What good work has to do with honorable death?
Why all people should be afraid of laying wreath?
When certain things are bound to happen in any case?
Why to link it with good or bad life phase?
Certain thoughts emerge in one remote corner
Mind is workshop for such place and provide as burner
In youth times it may look little funny and awkward
Yet wise people think ahead of it and look forward
In any religion we pray god for peaceful end
Ask for guidance to lead exemplary with foes and friends
Life means very short phase and should be with little aim
Not building of tall towers and not much to expect or claim
We get puzzled with little set back or bad news
This is how we look at life and sadly view
We all know that it takes course only as destined
Nothing is harmed as thought over or undermined
I pray for bright sun on next day
I also know that darkness may be pushed away
Yet one must be ascertained of what is good or bad?
When you have handed over everything then why to feel sad?
If someone dies, we sand helpless
If someone meets with accident we stand by side with gloom on face
We practically do nothing except feeling powerless
Such is state of life if one tries to find out or trace
Let us not be carried away by hollowness of existence
You may find thousands of ready made instances
Where you want to do many things but fail to deliver
As someone else is watching you and acts as server
Come down to little aspect and give little consideration
Everything may be looking good from point of relation
Yet it is uncertain and not fine at all from any angle
Love, life and death is only known form of triangle
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An open invitation
“You come to my fold, I shall take care”
I am omni present and can be seen anywhere
What does it matter if you cage me and confine?
Can anyone come forward and authoriatively define?
How can you do it when I am all the time present?
The sun, moon, air, water have my approval and consent
No one can withdraw from stated position and resent
Show me single place where you feel I am absent?
Whenever there was need I have come down and stayed
Won over people from doing any harm and swayed
I have been all over and different parts of universe
Different names and in different forms with essence
I have suffered on count of merciless behavior
I had to act against odds and act as savior
Who knows where from assailant will come and inflict wounds?
You may have no intimations or slight hint or sound
Have not been imprisoned and tortured to death?
Who were all they for not knowing what they were worth?
Did they not scare away disciples and abused divinity?
Were they going to remain for ever in infinity?
Love and peace is my last message to be followed
No deviation from it in any case be tolerated or allowed
It is my dictate and has to be understood in Toto
Whether it has been pursued with wrong or honest motto
I shall visit whenever it becomes necessary to descend
There is still enough time to think over and mend
What if you are not following realm of life and mission
Nothing may prevent you from doomsday even with admission
I shall grant you amnesty and forgive for all curse
Who shall come forward to heal the wounds and nurse?
Can you see the reason to live in peace with diversity?
I may be there in different forms but always show you divinity
Come to me for any of your problems and surrender
I shall act as protector even if you are pretender
You may come to me amidst crisis and trouble
Still it is not late before your life finishes as bubble
Come to me o, sons and daughters for simple salvation
It is humble mixed feeling with an open invitation
I shall forgive you for commitment of number of sins
You shall still have chance to repent and all missing
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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