Ink's Fill Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Ink's fill

I fail to write
As passion does not ignite
It is not right
To make the artificial delight

What to write?
When no one is in sight
Not ready to share grief
I get no relief

They fight in street
Instead to greet
Shed each other's blood
No one bothers about poor's food

Many children starve
And do not have
Enough of nutritious meal
We donor have time to feel

We shall blame others
Lately in side we shall offer
Simple word of prayers
And silently whisper

Who shall forgive or pardon?
For sins already done
In the name of god and religion
What place you want to keep as holy region?

I escape to tell
And feel
Not to reveal
Human pain and plight by ink's fill