Place For Solace Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Place for solace

It was not only desire
But dream and to acquire victory
Over place for beautiful poetry
I had always prayed an almighty

Poetry was no less
An important object to face
It was near and distant object
But was soon to be in my beautiful act

I always loved poetry
With no illusory goal
It was to be special aim
But I never put forward myself for claim

It flowed from pen
Making it more with golden touch
The shine on it had shown
How best it can be known in the world!

Poetry shall be remembered
And offered
The place for solace
And reward for peace loving races