No Fragrance On Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No fragrance on net

Real flowers from net
Can certainly state
The human values and its dues
In widespread fragrance

We know nobody
Still care for somebody
She may be poetess
Or shine of anybody's face

What brings smile?
Is it style?
Or an attachment
From journey's movement

This all we know
As proceed or go further
With calibrated move
And silently prove

We are somebody
That we were nobody previously
Now ready to help and breath with peace
Such are efforts to leave behind at once