Humble Submission Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Neither I have right to express opinion,
Nor do I have any desire to make humble submission,
It is just the guilt of admission,
To ask for something can be out of question,

Whole universe is direct under your umbrella,
Took every care to gift each corner with Messiah,
Muslims got Almighty, the only one Allah in prophet
Jews too have same but with different moment


Christ came with message God and love,
Not to sway but essence to prove,
Where not a blade of grass could move,
Millions followed and love chariot drove,

Hindus flourished with lot many Gods,
Love and brotherhood was never a load,
Bestowed with message of harmony and peace,
World would live divine light at ease,

Every corner is gifted with many saints,
Dead come alive and not even faint,
Where do I have words to explain and paint?
Still there remains one reason to point,

Can you not make or produce hundreds more?
Where each looks to them and simply adore,
Where nothing is available to reach at shore,
Can you not send great souls more and more?

Why do we fail to catch and understand you?
Are you not the same if different forms of THOU?
Can’t you come once again on holy land?
Where we see you with eyes and raise our hands?

Do you not know whom you are sending here?
Can’ you make some quota system there?
Less bad but packed with more earthly man,
This surely you have power and can?

I may die unnatural death and meet worst fate?
Still if you deliver, it will not be late,
World will have no game of love and hate,
I am here to pray and not your act to rate,

It struck my mind to make an appeal,
All with earnest and evils to repeal,
You had ill treatment and worst fears,
You could digest but still same we bear,

We are sitting on volcano and fear annihilation,
Nothing seems more congenial with reconciliation,
Situation goes out of control with frequent oscillations,
Day and night I die with dishonour and humiliation