An Art Is Managed Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

An art is managed

Poetry is my forte
I allow and let
The fantasy to form an art
That becomes very much as art

How the painter puts image on canvass?
I give casual glance
And see the picture as lifeless
It has no speaking face

The views are hidden
Behind the hard face and driven
I put below my passionate words
It takes masses onward

Now picture on canvass conveys
The real feelings much to others dismay
It says in no uncertain terms
Love and not the hate matters

I speak with full powers
The lips are opened as if fragrance spreads from flowers
Whole atmosphere is charged
The scene on canvass is now well managed