Poet And Poetry

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Poet and poetry Sunday,21st October 2018 What makes one the poet? make it known or let there is no miracle it is very simple if you think and write and wait for the key to ignite it is not going to happen the ideas emerge in mind and pen moves in the direction the poetry is god gift the mind is at rest the humanity drives his thoughts he never remains unaware or caught Let there remain no doubt when we talk about the poetry we may find volumes of the creations but what matters more is the human relation some poems remain on the page as if the soul is confined in the cage No one may get the chance to read as it lacks the teeth and remains dead the words flow like water silently in the direction taken by the river everybody praises the essence of love and we all too believe in it Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta

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