With Pain Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is unending process
I am getting powerful access
Ideas float in mind
The poem gets shape of its kind

I go on writing
The quest for more is igniting
It is heartening and delighting
The sun illuminates with its lighting

No darkness is there
Fresh flowers are everywhere
Eyes see the magic power of nature
Is it not our bright future?

Pain and agony may have impact
But mind diverts it with powerful act
Limitations are not taken into account
Fresh invasion is to mounted

It is war against poverty
It is struggle for purity
It is imagination for brotherhood
It is love for neighborhood

Love them and spread message
You will be heard in all ages
Life may end and mortals may remain
Let poems air message with pain