With Freshness Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Keep her under arm
With no idea to harm
But allow her very near
To grip with no fear

Yes, I get less sleep
That keeps
Me awake for more writing
And go on fighting

I write and create
And sincerely relate
That poetry is heavenly gift
With no intentional shift

The change may not take place
Even if you are troubled with stage of sleepless
Syndrome and restlessness
It shall bring cheers on face

Love birds sing in isolation
Night is perfect situation
Love sleep and tiredness
To come out with freshness