Why Does It... Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Poems blossom out
From petals and talk about
Fragrance and smell
That slowly spreads magic to spell

Where is need to write?
When clouds thunder and delight
You hear the sound across
Which heart readily receives!

Poetry is never written
If so it has no character even
Of melodious echoes
That should freely open and go

Light shall travel
So the poems may excel
Speak well
And mix with even bad spell

Why poems do emerge
From inner walls of heart’s page
Not old or new poets can answer
But rain may reveal why does it shower?