My Poetry Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My poetry

Beautiful words must flow
Imagination must go with
What transpires in mind?
To find the suitable place

How do I compose?
As I suppose
But pen moves at fast rate
I am never late

The words are picked
The brain is kicked
The hand and brain move together
With intense race to offer

The poetry has now become
Always welcome
In mind daily
I want it to happen and pray to an almighty

Why do I write about pain that life has?
Why not I write about heaven that exists?
I write and dream more for my brethren
I want prosperity for every human