Real Writer Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Man of simple thought with high caliber
Yet brave and dedicated sky climber
With high ideals and volcano at hearts
Acts mild and kind to the services of human art

Riots or disturbances of any kind make his heart bleed
When poor and needy sleep under open sky without food
Where women are torched and taken to dishonor
His heart aches and uses it as sword to defend honor

Words means so sacred to form as prayer
Simple form of verses even to school goes
Humanity demands use of no hollow words
Just blessings with simple form as words from lords

Spirit in itself to conquer the human mind
Inject it with transfusion to act with kindness
No hate but an act of tolerance and patience
Such man would be called writer at once

He shall not be dreamer but visionary
Ready for service where it is necessary
Such kind of man may stand as writer
True humanitarian and real fighter