On White Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
On White
On white page
Poetry is gateway
To divinity
With all kinds of spiritual feelings
When directly dialing
How do the words flow?
When wind gently flows
Brings in natural fragrance
And shows lovely presence
Words may touch heart
In form of an art
From the very start
As if playing an important part
Poetry is nobody's domain
It remains
With all
Who has will power to call?
It may make you cry
With no serious try
But making move with passage
And putting all words on white page
On white page Poetry is gateway To divinity With all kinds of spiritual feelings When directly dialing How do the words flow? When wind gently flows Brings in natural fragrance And shows lovely presence Words may touch heart In form of an art From the very start As if playing an important part Poetry is nobody’s domain It remains With all Who has will power to call? It may make you cry With no serious try But making move with passage And putting all words on white page
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4/24/2024 11:30:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Words may touch heart In form of an art From the very start As if playing an important part. Beautiful and meaningful lines. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.