Real Flowery Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Real flowery
Sunday,19th January 2020

I am deep buried under debris
that makes me feel breeze
even in the hot season
of course, there is reason

I am impressed
and also obsessed
with the reason not known
but surely remain flown

it is not memory
but real flowery
season to smell the fragrance
and wishfully take the chance

it is voice
that reflects the promise
to entire mankind
for finding an answer

what do we lack?
and fail to stake
for the bond of keenness
and find no trace too

the magnetic waves travel
and speak so well
that one can't remain unresponsive
it is real and positive sign

Hasmukh Mehta