Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Let Human Race


It is not make and believe
It is not invented to live
It is there for us to see
Come out of wrong notion and feel free

We are suspicious people
We believe in god only when faced by troubles
Go to mosque, church or temple and pray
When nothing is in sight or could not find the way

But we believe in divine power
We witness rain and its showers
We believe in sun and moon
And feel its zenith in afternoon

Such objects appear daily and provide services
Almighty has made it available with promises
“Let human race thrive and survive”
The belief and faith is left free to believe

Each object speaks of universal truth
We can believe life in person by his breath
The life journey ends with sudden death
This all strengthens our religion and faith

This all makes human being
To bow the head and sing
In praise for granting human life
Even though faced by strife

Submitted: Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

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