Reap The Harvest And Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Reap the harvest

I started as poet
With nature so quiet
The mind was fully centered
And sung verses of real nature

It has theme of pain
Agony still remained
As I had descended from poor back ground
With no support found

The armed forces service gave me means
To win
The heart of friends and poor
I started loving the neighbor and nature

It gave me tremendous joy
As economic condition was not now the force to annoy
I had stabilized in life at last
The life was turning fast

The writing of poems was simple craze
And sometimes I guessed
About the beautiful world
I felt lucky to be in new fold

I started writing with zeal
It was no deal
But remained so packed with new creations
It ended with 16000 poems

I wish someone comes forward
With single word
Of taking responsibility
To readers and lovers of poetry