The Nature's Gift Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Do not hold

Tears need no path
They bath
In their own pain
And calmly remain

There is no escape
When removed the cap
The eyes cannot handle flood
And allow it for good

Mind gets cool
Words form pool
Agony surfaces
The heart certainly faces

I pick the pen and write
Make variation slight
Add some of my feelings
And bring sadness into being

I can hold them inside
But decide
To release
And make heart to fell at an ease