Poetical Aspirations Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No one can inject poetical aspirations
It has something to do with natural questions
It is natural instinct and comes from childhood
You may love to write and neglect the food

Some are turned poets in late life
May be they had shock over the demise of wife
So many problems made them weary of the situation
Life would have turned hell with suck draw backs continuation

Either someone is struck with love from a beautiful girl
Or something has come to him by sheer luck in turn
In both the situation he turns poet with lot more to write
Express it explicitly in one corner or in moon light

Little touch makes him to wonder with romantic world
He is in new world with everything coming to his fold
The destiny is just few meters away
He has found his new way

It is not poetic skill
But his triumphant views and strong will
That keeps him in good spirit
Writes everything on blank paper or whole shit

Whatever may be the cause?
There is no let off or pause
Something new is to be believed
Love must rule and pain must be relieved

Full moon appeals more under such condition
All phrases take good shape with new ammunition
It is nicely expressed in mild but heavy words
Full commitment to new relation and always looking forward

This is how new poetry comes in force
Either it is full of love or remorse
But certainly it is fine creation
From deadly life to a lovely elevation