Weak Poet Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Health in doldrums

I do face no sleep syndrome
As many thought come
In idle mind
And force to find some place

Mind comes in action
With lots of reaction
It changes gear
And thrusts more to bear

I sleep soundly
And face readily
Any time I love to write
It is graceful ignite

I am graced
And not chased
But write with great zeal
For readers to feel

I sense no hunger
Followed by danger
That it may turn into no peace syndrome
And real health may remain in doldrums