Exclude Poor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is precious gift
From him without any favor or shift
Love has been formidable weapon
From his armory to remain

Love shall remain
Within
Heart chamber to recall
With his grace not to fall

Lov4 has its own charm
Causing no harm
But spread the fragrance
For all at once

I search for His presence
In tiny molecules
In fresh leaves
And then suddenly forced to believe

Let God shower
From His treasure
Tolerance, peace and humanity cover
That shall not exclude poor