Fresh Food Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Fresh food

April is very hot
We are caught
And really it keeps us in door
With close doors

But all of sudden
As if an appeal is heard by heaven
Some unexpected clouds appear
With loud sound to cause fear

The sky has hectic schedule
And bring respite to people
Mild showers pour
Along with bang on sound in rear

It is real natural kingdom
With flower's blossom
How many of them open new petals
With shower's arrival

I look at wonder
And really appear
In happy mood
As if to have got fresh food