I And Melody Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It always formed as basic in my mind
It is hunted not from the mind of the blind
With such questions in mind it needed an answer
It could be found from genuine friends who were fewer

How melody can enhance the music in poetry?
What can influence more in its earnest entry?
It all invaded mind and made me restless
I was to find an answer and genuinely trace

I had reminded friends on my being as an ordinary poet
I normally preferred to remain calm and quiet
But one of my poetess friends forced me to explain
What formed hard core, nice poem and free from any pain?

“Poetry is strong arm of an art”
She asserted it with confidence to look very smart
I had fined her interesting at the start
I found her in tune with poetry touch and very much part

I added mixture of both to form basic
It looks then melodious and classic
Where else was I to go and find?
When Melody was always there to find?

I was in mood to elaborate as she remained at heart
The poems were right means and purest form of an art
It was berthing and spreading fragrance all the times
I used to enjoy it and smelt most of the times

She was to complain that it was music in absence of tune
How can you claim it flawless, without weakness and immune?
I emphasized it to be divine melody
It was not in the hands of anybody

Art is always in pure form
Only you should stay inform
The love and art definitely are inborn
In absence it may stand as if torn

I told her to enjoy lovely evening
Have full faith in art with clear leaning
In end it was bound to be always winning
As the rays are bright and shining

I asked her to be always nice
Stand firm in her promise
Poetry should not face sudden demise
As it is heavenly and divine device