Divine Poetry

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Poet never ceases to be poet He can't remain quiet He is not dependant on fate He is with the scene and never late Poetry is my food I have completely understood If I fail to write anytime in a day That is enough cause for me to be taken away I shall be no more If thoughts compel me to feel bore Thoughts just emerge from the idle store Pen gets strength to write more and more Poetry is dear to me like wife It is also like an edge of knife It may compel you to write tough And land you in trouble to pass through rough But you got to be fearless As that may be tough situation to face Many readers may try to pull your legs When your are reciting it on the stage It is easy to swim in imagery Float in dreams with lines silvery Moon may seem very near To enjoy its beauty without fear Poetry as such is divine gift It may never allow having shift He is the one who instills thought When with peaceful mind they are sought It is divinity that makes home Pen must write always to welcome Readers must enjoy skill and talent Swim with melody and enjoy the moment

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