Let His Ink Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No way, pen is to write
Passion is to ignite
No dog bite
Let sky be filled with kite

Poet can not remain quiet
He has ideas to let
Of revolution
And resolution

Pain is no option
Agony is interruption
To raise head is only answer
With weapon or with flower

No poet would like
With his ideas to strike
Create unruly scene
To witness hatred and be seen

Let his ink be golden
On white page to brighten
Peace and prosperity
As guided by an almighty