Real Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Real human art

Journey may have ups and down
But difficulties are known
I, so many times, think
And try to put ink

Is the poetry a divine flow?
I certainly go
With the argument
As it is visible in real format

Why do we cry?
And feel shy
In supporting all sufferers
who have to flee from their homes

Many have tried to take an advantage
And spread shadow to have an edge
And cause bloodbath
That blocks our real path

I may not be able to say
And show way
So the other poets
But can we remain quiet?

The history may reveal
And make real
Picture about our efforts
That shall be called real human art