An Oratory Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

An oratory art

The sky is the limit
I know it
So always greet
Strangers or unknown people when meet

It is your nature
To make doubly sure
That you live in congenial atmosphere
With no thought of fear

As poet
You may remain quiet
But heart may sing
To bring cordiality

It is gathering
And people may be offering
Their views on poetry world
They shall be preserving their ideas in paper fold

I shall recite
And ignite
My rhythm
That shall appeal them

It is my field
And that position is held
Not only at heart
But in the form of an oratory art