Verses Form Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

To write well doesn't amount means to fight
It is well within ambit and right
The words come out in form of spirit of light
That flashes across mind and travel straight

The readers are wise enough
To pick what is smooth and what is rough!
A path that can satisfy their urgent need
Put control over worldly things and greed

Real poet is one that makes you laugh
Remains with you in happiness till last
Share grief with solace in real sense
Without adding any fuel to make you tense

Some of the poets unnecessarily force their views
Never come out of moon light and it's over view!
We can praise the nature but not exactly in imagery
It has something to do with human nature and misery

Many people prefer dark for the want of real guidance
That can't be provided by good books at once
It has to have ever lasting effect with bold assertion
Not to have any excuse at last minute of desertion

It is known from first instance
When words are put for acceptance
Readers come out with emphatic yes
Or no with annoyance on their face

I shall put it bluntly
The poems should not go silently
It has its own role to play
Remain at heart and permanently stay

What after all is the verses form?
When people remain loosely attached and well informed
We are committed to human cause
We can't afford to have even little pause