Whisper And Sing Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was no more poets
Yet talked a lot
Imagined natural objects
Tried to weave in good words

Friends used to criticize
As they were not familiarized
With my fancy and attachment
It was purely my sentiment

I wanted to praise beautiful things
Flowers, gardens were not new or something
It appealed me more in real sense
I used to rush to nature when felt tense

I used to see beautiful reflection
When moon was appear with action
Her silvery light amazed
I was at peace and not chased

Here no one was to pull legs
Night allowed snakes to move around
Yet there was no danger to feel
They were all out for food and not for kill

Anybody would whisper and sing
Such was quality of nature to bring
The peace was essential that world could not offer
I was at rest with complete calm and no more to suffer