Something New Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Truth can not be distorted
Brand can be reported
Original still remains original with show
Rest all are bound to disappear and go

Air, wind and fragrance are means and carrier
We always feel real essence and seem happier
Likewise sun, moon and stars are divine
How come one later their position and define

Thousands of flowers boom
There is space and room
If someone thinks he has original with concept
All poets must prefer corner to be wept

All the times moon may appear new and beautiful
The rose may too come up with elegance and make us cheerful
Certain things must be left to readers view
They know how to judge and pay the dues

I always find something new
A poem within poem for few
One knows what is left out for presentation
This is real time to pick thread and do the cementation