The Tune Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The tune

Yes, let us go
And blow
The tune of own
So your stand is known

Don't leave
Everything to others and live
With confusion
That creates tension

You are responding
And corresponding
With inner call
That may prevent fall

I shall go by
And try
Honest way
To stay firmly

Where you try to live alone
Set standard of own
Make it as pure as river water
And silently cater

You are lone traveler
But best seller
Of ideas that are acceptable
To all people