Share The Spoils Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My apprehension
In relation
To misuse position
At muse composition

It gathers momentum
When spoil is shared at maximum
You are for me
And I am totally free

I appreciate your quality
You support my inferiority
I address you as big brother
You be my supporter

It is open field
Where can be seen enough of yield
Grab as much as you can at will
You can have comfortable position still

We are poets and writing as individuals
We may be amateurs or professionals
Who shall know about the nature?
Let us paint black as bleak future

I have often said
The ground has to be laid
It should not be made political battle ground
Where only sharing of spoil is found