No False Word Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

'Readers, readers' I shouted
To my dismay I found only writers
Each one is busy tagging
Only I was lagging

I am very much happy
That these many people are ready
To swim in vast sea
With eagerness for us to see

How many could we see?
I was thinking under tree
It had many fruits
All big and ripe to eat

Yes it is good sign
But we can't resign
To simple idea of catering all
It needs to develop test call

The writers must leave it to readers
To read and later on offer
With comments of their choice
With no false word to promise