Nothing Grows Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nothing grows

Sunday, February 18,2018
6: 55 AM

If you don't allow
The seeds to go below
Earth's belt
And watered

No life shall emerge
And converge
In reality
As per the wish of an almighty

Nothing grows
From the flow
Of water through shower
The mother earth may never feel happier

You shall have to struggle
And not to become bubble
That shall disappear
As grown out of fear

The seeds have to be planted
And watered too
To grow conveniently
And come out from earth presently