One By One Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The poetry is created by craftsman
Also by a person named human
So ordinary and humble
Waging daily struggle

It is just feeling
That is stored for mailing
It emanates with little impetus
To form an immediate verses

It is prayer
At every layer
To sing in its holiness
That comes on our face

We may ignore
But can’t snore
In night silently
It is felt daily

When poet writes
It ignites
The real compassion
And woes of human relation

We shall condemn
The cruel fate in turn
But one thing is to be borne
It is simple thing that comes one by one