Great Cheaters Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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Preacher turns violators Saints turn great cheaters Common in streets has pure soul Rises daily with prayer’s call Bows down for days happiness The soul smiles with his grace

Great cheaters Well said And heard But soul of whom to follow? Whose soul we can allow? Not of an individual Hardly few nice people Make earth so beautiful Lovable and purposeful Had it been like sun? People might have not run For shelter, life and stay They are driven away So what do we say about soul? That soul who commits foul Incites people to murder Only to restore the name of creator I will call soul of great messengers Who departed after leaving message behind for followers? To think and take decision for common good Call poor from neighborhood and offer food Where those souls have gone? Not a single good example is shown? Preacher turns violators Saints turn great cheaters Common in streets has pure soul Rises daily with prayer’s call Bows down for days happiness The soul smiles with his grace