How Come Spring Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

There is nothing like good or bad poetry
Neither can it be termed as best
Nor be compared with the rest
It is just mind's humanity test

We have nature's quality
As blessed by the almighty
As nature changes
We too accordingly manage

How come spring makes us happy?
How autumn makes us sad and unhappy?
It is monsoon that fills us with new vigor
For hope to survive with honor

Poetry brings in aspiration
Human bondage and relation
How to spend it with care?
Without offending even neighbor

We feel pain and agony
That is woven in poetry
Someone may express it at an ease
But after all it is expression for peace