With Skill Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Words
Only to forward
With means real
And to feel

It is no gimmick
But with basic
That you feel reality
With touch of humanity

Why do we cry?
When simply try
To feel crunch of pain
And still sadly remain

It power
That is behind shower
Even earth may boom
With flowers around and blossom

It is such kind of magical influence
When afforded with chance
Not all can write
And work for passion to ignite

I throw challenge
And ask all to manage
With their skill
To write for others and feel