Mind-Fertile Ground Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mind-Fertile ground
Monday,7th December 2020

How come mind can be a volcano?
or the inferno
it has to be calm like a river water
touching all the shores

Touch me not?
what is that, untouchability?
poetry is an open field,
no permanent views can be held

one can't claim piousness or holiness
it reflects on the face
one needn't race towards the assumption
it holds always a good position

Mind's gate is never closed
I always allow it to venture
go to the far land of a lover
converse intimately and come back here

love and peace
makes life at an ease
so one must release positive energy
for the cause of humanity

we are simple clay human beings
but try to bring
some form of arrogance
that should be forbidden at once

Dr Jadia Hasmukh