In Drive Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Introspection
In relation
With life
As like having good wife

You love her so much
Feel so much attached
But speak little
And feel belittle

You look at her as no moon
You may realize soon
The real beauty is at home
You forget to appreciate and welcome

Here comes point
When you join
In drive
For thoughts to survive

You are starting from stretch
You remember now how to pick and teach
The poet in you has surfaced
The real beauty is traced

So the poet is born
All worries are torn
You have opened new page
The poet is out of cage