About Eternal Joy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I came across one article
Where poet was in double mind
With dilemma as what to write and what not to
I think this is almost true mind

Not all poets write without material
Pen and pencil along with paper is essential
They put down views one by one
Get it corrected when satisfactorily done

Real poet may have different approach
No material of any kind may help as such
The ideas may emerge all of sudden
They shall assume shape in format even

It flows from mind and stops at fingers
Fingers play magic as fragrance of flower
It enters through words in the shape of verses
I see no end to sentences

It goes non stop until finished
The poem has certainly reached
To the bottom line with conclusion
The readers find no confusion

Such stuff is called poetry
That is real gift from almighty
Poetry is called divine river flow
Readers take dip and come to know about eternal joy