Not Mere Toy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Not mere toy

Above and all
Poet's call
From heart
As matter of an art

Not in words alone
But with picture shown
That speaks thousands of sentences
And you have to think and see with lenses

Even when he speaks
Mind is seized and sparks
The memory rushed from corner
He acts as poet cum lecturer

So natural scenes flood
People are heard with cry for food
Widow mother is urging for aid
So many things remain unsaid

On dais, he may be ordinary poet
But instinct forces him not to remain oaf date
Speak out loudly and specie
That he is outspoken and not mere speaking toy