Rising Sun Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Some people are firm believer of rising sun
Prayers in the morning and then only run
Toil hard to earn bread in hot after noon
Some people do think of star and bright moon

Some of the sects worship fire
So sacred to them and always admire
It is pure faith that keeps them together
All pray, worship and respect others

Anger or hate emanate from intolerance
If we fail to understand its essence
We fail to notice the omni presence
Try to misread His message in the absence

Where we do we read or find the hatred?
Why do we kill the person only for bread?
Have to lead the life as it has lost the charm?
Relations strained and remained not warm

Universe spread over vast sea land
Can’t we see in it creator’s hand?
Why we term others enemy or friend?
When we know for sure we are going to end

Help the poor and weep the tears
Consider them friend and dearest of dear
He may sometime show the mercy
Go to help them without feeling pity

It may cost you nothing more
People may respect you and adore
If yours little effort can make them happy
Surely go for help even you feel sleepy

Life is dear to us but proving miserable
We may not find ways even if capable
We may find fault with preacher’s credence
Nothing will guide us……….

All heavenly bodies speak of themselves
It is how we mould and understand ourselves
Let us not malign religion, faith or path
End to hatred and unnecessary blood bath