Harp, On Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I almost cried
My eyes got dried
At the apathy shown
For the lacuna already known

What do we suffer?
The vision that we could offer
Or learn something new
That can be offered by few

It is great experience
To pick good one at once
It needs helping hand
To become familiar and close reader friend

I still grievance in air
As it looks not fair
Why does personal reason affect site?
When everything goes wrong and not right!

Let us all contribute
And not remain mute
Let us not remain contended
With remarks offended

I, for one, shall always rise
And praise too
With earnest chase
“Harp, harp on” it says