My Compassion Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My compassion

Poetry is my compassion
Same bond as bones have with blood in relation
I need no material
Only some memory about individual

I think about no plight
But try to set it right
In my normal capacity
And rest, leave it to an almighty

I cry while writing
The eye drops are shining
With truth behind it like diamond
I feel it worth and as pure as water in pond

Why re we underestimating human life?
It has so much to give in trouble torn strife
We are here to live and with purpose
The path we have chosen

My poetry sings not only pain
But maintains
Highest degree of attachment
With poor and down trodden at present

I simple think about ways
The situation forces me to stay
My pen moves in some direction
I leave it to pen when to stop with action