Poems Matter Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poem increase
All kind of hates cease
The words flow
Inner love grows

Not all may understand
Not all may try to be friends
Yet someone may offer
Despite at odd to differ

It is just feeling
Comes off from chamber as willing
Love travels faster than rays
Certainly opens the way

I write
But inner conscious fights
Why should I dream about someone?
Does she know about me as only one?

I stop dreaming
They rays are still beaming
It opens door with many words
I think “it is grace from lord”

What does poems do?
What is put across and through?
Troubled mind or passionate views
No, nothing but it is simple message for few