Ink On Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

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Poets have felt
And smelt
The fragrance of land
And passed through the struggle end

It includes poor
Homeless sleeping on floor
Beggars getting no flour
Or readymade meal with kind offer

Such issues are in mind
Above and all, the threatening posture and kind
By strong nations to weak one
And threatening their identity as nation

Poets and writers know
No weapons counter may blow
The peace tune as wanted
But bring destruction and deaths for ill fated

So the seminars and conferences
Bring bright peace chances
To be heard by those who have neither seen
Nor experienced as live scene

So it shall be not personality
But feelings and quality
That shall excel at stage
It shall bring qualitative change with golden ink on page