Poems In Her Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poems in her

It has become now a journey
Crusade against no one but a turn key
Almost with single thought in mind
Something new to search and find

You can call it divine injection
Penetrates in mind for lovely action
To transform thoughts into words
And create poems to look forward

Not all objects provide some clue
Some birds and natural objects are over due
Seasons and sadness come to my rescue
I think, rethink and make periodical review

Black color fascinates me so much
Not because of its color but quality as such
Its worth is precious and can't be counted in terms
But it provides enormous joy and returns

Such is my love for poetry
I consider it prayer to almighty
As words pour out to strengthen his prayer
I become mere tool and conveyer

At first sight I get enormous signals
The thought floods mind with its arrival
I look at face and it clearly impresses
I find its real worth to write poems

Can any one not read what goes on in her mind?
I certainly do when come across to find
She is certainly extra ordinary and truly gifted
Almost with same views and never shifted

I would love to dwell at length about character
The color may not play an important factor
Yet it leaves ever lasting impression
I write the poems with true confession

She is an every inch poem with message
If you look at her closed eyes in page
You may sum up with final note
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