Steps On Page Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The poem emerges from heart
in the form of an art
No one knows where it will lead to
But certainly with best way through

What makes man to write?
Even if he is not poet
Why can’t he keep quiet?
And later on simply state

This is unanswered question
When comes to the concern
That is eating away soul
And makes to revolt with call

So you long you are alive
The hope shall revive
Some means to live
Draw on canvass, write with passion or silently believe

With each emission and count of breathe
Pain, agony and fear ends with death
The poem automatically gets shape
In mind and finally steps on page