Real Poets Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Away from all

With sincere and honest wishes
I pray ish*(God)
For peace to descend
And hostility to end

Let people around
In whole world
Breathe with satisfaction
And improve relation

Let poets and writers
Work as fighters
With zeal and dedication
In this direction

Pen must ooze
And freeze
The cold relation
Existed in minds of nations

No book harem
No Isis
No to all fanatics
Serve powerful kicks

We need peace and stability
With single aim of prosperity
Let children and poor
Not shown the exit door

Let us pray
And stay
Away from human jealousy
That is our only duty