We Are Real Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We are real
Wednesday,9th October 2019

I cry out
and fall out of grace
when face
no trace of love

you come near
and I fear
you may pluck me out
the thought itself sinks me further

enjoy it from distance
and take no chance
to destroy our beauty
let the garden remain flowery

we shall smile and spread
and lead the fragrance
for you all to feel the great test
we will do our best

do no damage
but mange
with your anxiety
we are real emissaries from an almighty

Hasmukh Mehta