Poetry-Question Answer Form Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Day starts with good wishes from the friends,
Gives feeling as if world never ends,
So much pleasure in accepting the greetings,
Promises to see and forward to meetings,

With opening of box attention is drawn,
Suddenly runs chill and stands withdrawn,
I fear some harsh comments from the senior,
Still I gather the strength and face as warrior,

Q: -What type of invasion is this in our comment box?
Why is it flooded with good morning and serve as hoax?
Why you want to kill the poetry in its infancy?
Is it one kind of breach in privacy and lunacy?

A: -Dear Sir, it is one kind of general courtesy,
Request for kind comments and some mercy,
They need your gracious comments,
It is need of an hour for precious moments,

Q: -Neither had we asked for any request,
Not considered it as any conquest,
If it was of high class, people may prefer,
But not offering self just it to refer,

A: -Sir, time is changing fast,
Time may not wait and last,
You got to reach out to the readers,
May be, they prove better than leaders,

Q: -Previously hardly there used to be any calls,
No place in box as they sand as walls,
It is intriguing to think and vote,
How? Where and on which to put note?

A: -Sir, world may move even faster,
Everybody wants to be his own master,
Master of destiny and of own decision,
Moving with speed and even with precision,

There is awareness among new comers,
They want to swim across as fine swimmers,
Have idea of own with clear vision,
Poem is not just means but holy mission,


I may prefer achievement in life time,
“Posthumous” title is not object prime,
I may not adjust to the old school,
Resources to be utilized from the available pool,

Simple objection same kind and stereo type messages,
How come “how are you” and “Good morning” changes?
Wishes after all are wishes even if with some interest,
Is it not the race against time and for the acid test?