Poets Are Rare Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poets are rare

Singing pain
Still remain
Deep within
Light divine

Words flow
And go
Up to end
To the people known as friends

The words get enchanted in temples
Sometimes into prayers in churches
It gets echo from all direction
We term it in nice pattern

Each word
Takes us forward
Cares for others
And simply offers

Wounds heal
Everybody feel
Real happiness
With smile on the face

Such poets are rare
We cry with wordings of prayers
So touchy and takes close to divine seat
We all rejoice and greet