All Kinds Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have my dreamland
That hall always remain as friend
I shall venture freely
With no far to express readily

Why does my heart crave?
And behave
Abnormally
To feel closely

I write about plight
But still feel part and right
That does not puzzle me at any stage
As I feel its impact while writing on page

It makes me to cry
And repeatedly ask why?
Why so many should suffer on this beautiful earth?
When almighty has given only one option to fear about death!

Each soul feels about nothingness
Many might have scared about toughness
Yet we do not end the journey midway
Poetry 0f all kinds shall grow by him anyway