Special Honor Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Special honor

I am laden with thoughts
Those burn within and are caught
With lots of passion
I have special relation

No, I don't care
And spare
Enough of time
At this age with real time

I feel about divine energy
The thoughts are planted by an almighty
My fingers move
The verses get shape and point is proved

No, it is not madness
But purity at heart in abundance
I take every chance to present
And wait from readers to offer comments

I have no desire for reward
They crown me with their words
Hundreds read daily and favor
This what I consider as special honor