Old Muse Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I failed to find original muse
The sweet voice is blurred or refused
'Muse' was headed by seasoned editors
Many to name with good honor

Each poem was given full care
They interfered rare
Even suggestions were rarely made
The muse was ploughed with golden spade

I find some deterioration
I have written many times on good relation
Readers and people's rapport
With much needed encouragement and support

Some selfish interest has crept in
Much thrust is focused on self comments
Its replay and again with prolonging tactics
I think this is much against the ethics

Many poems go unnoticed
As some of the poets have occupied
Position to exchange notes for praises
With much disregard to other poems

Muse has now blurred voice
The cuckoo has no choice
As it has developed cold
She can sing on any branch with same old muse