Show With Art Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Shown with art

Thousands of poems have flown
From my small pen
With imagination and nice pick from collection
It was never like this with close relation

Whenever I got tired
I used to peep outside
With eyes so bored
And no more in mood to adore

We had collected at one side
The garbage and thrown in corner side
When it received little water
Whole of the scene was altered

My poems did not change much
As this was seen as such
With lots of different colors
It was like wonder

What we write and feel
It can never steal
Our mind and heart
Like artificial flower shown with an art

I thanked my creator
Who gave me sense to adore?
Go for writing as well
And beautifully tell