Poetry Has No Color Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poetry has no colour
Monday,21st December 2020

Poetry has no place to boom
if the poet is not allowed to blossom
poetry has no colour
if poets have no soul to hear

sweet melodious songs always attract
this is a true confession and really a fact
if you look back, only a few have made an inroad
rest all have disappeared or lost the road

let you try in thousands of ways
you shall still be away
from the reader's mind
you shall ver find the respectable place

the deer has fragrance in the belly
still, that fragrance adds to restlessness
the deer runs for desperate search
but fails to reach

good poets never try to impress
but leave behind the memorable trace
they have only one face
respect for the human race

the words appeal
the verses feel real
there is a conscious deal
and it becomes a habit for the poetic meal

Dr Jadia Hasmukh