A Ninth In Row Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am filled with joy
I want it to be enjoyed
It is special occasion
I want grand celebration

Ordinary man does it ordinarily
I want to do it happily
It is unique day with some importance
I have touched 900 poems at once

I never knew it will touch the mark
I flew in sky and mind had little spark
It was joyous event and moment
I couldn’t remain quiet and silent

Not few words for self praise
It is definitely booster for moral raise
On does it with high aim
There is nothing new to claim

It may go on and pile the score
It may be adding more and more
Still the joy is so much enormous
The efforts may be on and remain continuous

Anybody may dream to climb on ladder
Someone may try to be in front and act as leader
I may wish for me more and more readers
Let it find place among younger and elders

I have longed for long innings
There were few enjoyable evenings
I have starred at sky and watched moon
I have sweated more in after noon

It is not out come of single day
One has to face tortuous way
You may hope for bright ray
Pray to help for longer stay

It may grant you enough power with action
You may work more in proper direction
The success may take you very far
You may sill be not known as bright star

It may grant you self satisfaction
It is good feeling with indication
I shall swim across the waterway
I can monitor the progress with enough to say