It Provides Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is belief
That provides relief
Not a luck or fortune
The trick is never played or done

Many people claim
And feel no shame
To do wrong things
In the name of almighty and sing

It is alright
If you have will power to fight
Stay in race and delight
But for god’s sake “do not make wrong as right”

Do not try to impose
Religious views and suppose
That people will follow
And simply allow

The small change is welcome
When we are back at home
Little prayer provides relief in the evening
“God show me light” tomorrow morning

I stand no chance
Still I curse self at once
I have no right to claim right
But something urges me to perform right

I shall not advocate
For any of good act
As “human is to err”
That shall be biggest mistake and error