With No Words Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nicely missed page with no words
No imprints but waiting order from lords
Soon something may be out to adore
Lot many unsaid things to adore

This is how page is filled
Sprit is revived and not killed
Many may catch it as inspiring zeal
Many may think it not fiction but real

Word may not remain as words
It will be sharp weapon like sword
May cut through many sweet hearts
Provide healing touch at the start

Such is power and strength
Words to fill and create the length
A surface to write and inscribe
If so worth to describe