Love Bond

If there exists any reality

It is called humanity

It longs for harmony and peace

Along with life at an ease

Life is barren

If it is sans love

It has been widely recognized

And believed too

Love doesn't mean physical attraction

Or only instant intuition

But in-depth feelings

As true lover being

Love is no temporary arrangement

But a permanent bond

Where a person remains fond

And love is found

Love knows no boundary

No caste, creed, color or nationality

It has a true affinity

With the reflection of a divinity

Love has an internal attachment

Where a person presents

With true sentiments

Affectionately worded pure and lovable comments

Dr, Jadia Hasmukh

Not all the carved stones find the place

Some kind of life is filled with religious hymns

And that is how it becomes part of the religion

Does the sculptor do it of his own?

No doubt his art is shown

But he has been paid for the creation

It has been installed now in the temple after the congregation

Nobody goes in the temple as untouchable

This place is always reachable

Let people observe sanctity and sacredness

No one can then stop an access

It is man-made the embargo

That goes against the human spirit

We vitiate it by inflaming the sentiments

Rather than present it in its true spirit

Dr. Jadia Hasmukh

Courtesy: Sidiqullah khan 

Not all the carved stones find the place

Some kind of life is filled with religious hymns

And that is how it becomes part of the religion

Does the sculptor do it of his own?

No doubt his art is shown

But he has been paid for the creation

It has been installed now in the temple after the congregation

Nobody goes in the temple as untouchable

This place is always reachable

Let people observe sanctity and sacredness

No one can then stop an access

It is man-made the embargo

That goes against the human spirit

We vitiate it by inflaming the sentiments

Rather than present it in its true spirit

Dr. Jadia Hasmukh

Courtesy: Sidiqullah khan 

Not all the carved stones find the place

Some kind of life is filled with religious hymns

And that is how it becomes part of the religion

Does the sculptor do it of his own?

No doubt his art is shown

But he has been paid for the creation

It has been installed now in the temple after the congregation

Nobody goes in the temple as untouchable

This place is always reachable

Let people observe sanctity and sacredness

No one can then stop an access

It is man-made the embargo

That goes against the human spirit

We vitiate it by inflaming the sentiments

Rather than present it in its true spirit