It Depends Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It depends

Thursday, February 22,2018
7: 32 AM

For simple pleasure
Nothing can be cured
Poetry is divine flow
And we must match to grow

The pen is ever ready
To make difference for humanity
The pain and anger occupies front seat
But we are committed to reject it

What do we gain by hatred?
It is important how the life is led?
How far we have gone to hep poor!
Or happy have we made our neighbor

The ideas shall never cross mind
To find the exact reason
How can the person deliver good?
And human relation can be understood

Life is an open book
But we have to cook
Our own food for others pleasure
The poetry is sure shot future

Never lock the gate
And seal the fate
Life has tremendous scope
So write and go non-stop