Mend The Ways Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mend the ways

Saturday, January 6,2018
6: 00 AM

One has to mend
And send
Goodwill around
And in earnest to be found

You got to shy away
From isolation and stay
With complete trust and faith
You shall feel comfort with an easy breathe

To whomaoever you mix with
Don't allow tongue to come out of teeth
That shall expose your frankness
And you shall have no joy on face

The world is like that
We got to mould our fate
Live among trusted or untrusted
As things are woven or inter-related

I will give full credit
When you greet
A person of known hostility
With sheer courtsey and ability

Keep moving around with caution and observe
That shall help you to serve
Right kind of people
Without paying attention or making struggle