Creative Power In Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Creative power

My face was darkened
It had not shined
For the want of light
I was not doing right

My heart is filled with no delight
I always felt not set right
I sat under tree
And thought free

I feel not that much of evil
Only I swear of good will
But speak and act of no good will
That speaks of internal kill

Now many lights may open
And heart shall enlighten
With will power to transform
To see the peace from storm

Now I will see through vision
Real liaison
With creative power
To pour water as if of shower