Accommodate Many Gods Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

How many God’s can you name?
How many you tolerate without any blame?
How do you accommodate their existence?
You are so tolerant just sight one instance

Have we leased him on license?
Is there any logic behind it or sense?
Where can you not find His presence?
Where in real sense you feel his absence?

You whisper gently and He will hear
You may become worry free without any fear
He is merciful to wipe out your tears
He has no appearance or cloths to wear

Stay as normal as you are
He is with you and not very far
He may lift you in air with enough force
Your entire curse may go off without remorse

Does he ever profess you to be unfair?
Deal dishonestly and remain unclear
Does he preach violence to end in bloodshed?
Have we lost the path or divine watershed?

Did he intent to make some body only white?
Gift with all the powers and might
So they can discriminate and constantly fight
Crush others even if they are true and right

Was the black color not dear?
Did he mean no to their prayer?
Was he unwilling to their plea to hear?
Why they are meant to live constantly under fear?

What did cast or color mean or stand?
Are they always taken as foe and not as friend?
What does color represent in prayers?
They are meant to be there as different layers

Blacks, whites yellow all to form one rainbow
Prayers in earnest and sincerely bow
To remain together with definite vow
Let us decide when and how?


Let us not make world as living hell
Religion can represent it very well
Every cult has different stories to tell
No one can by one idea or sell

He did whatever he could do for suffering world
We pushed it to extreme and sent in cold
Where is warmth and nice feeling?
Why do we not confirm faith or willing?

I shall bow before him with clear conscience
I shall seek no favor in his presence
You give me power of tolerance with strength
It may lead me to go to any length

I have nothing to avenge
No reprisals or revenge
Forbade me from doing anything wrong
I want to stay permanently and among

Guide me with your powerful beacon
I have no reservation or reason
I shall not be termed as black horse
Give me heart to stand for remorse