Its Kindness Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Its kindness

Forget the past
If it lasted long
With no relevance
It must find absence

Hatred shall make no inroad
And share the load
Of past bitterness
Appear often irresistible on face

So the heart has prominent part
To play and stay as an art
Of loving mankind
With all its kindness

Such thing should be buried forever
As it troubles whenever
Surface with revenge
And urge to arrange

Have we not moved to modern period?
Where people find it difficult to avoid
Temptation and greediness
With mad chase