Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Roses have always occupied my attention
They are kind of kings among roses if I correctly mention
But what you terms real rose in her equal brilliance?
I have found in her an opportunity and real chance
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Say no words of regret
Just internally repent
As you were heavenly sent
Not for merry making time to be spent
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She was in dilemma with thought
Many ideas floated in mind and fought
His long absence saddened her and filled
With choice of no kind
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He was called mad
By out side world
For being frank and straightforward
He used to be optimistic and looked forward
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It brought no early end to anxiety
It was dry spell sans rainy day
The earth was torn apart
The green grass had already departed
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I prayed sincerely
And sang few verses happily
It was not out of curiosity
Or daily practice to almighty
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Rainy day waited for since long
Birds for long sang no song
No melody and no chirping
All eyes looked towards sky and hoped
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It is always good to be courteous
And hear from friends “thank you”
It is product of stable mind
A gesture to be considered very kind
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I am unable to hold
Happiness and joy in world
As they come near
But I suspect and fear
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On the face and
Sunday,24th February 2019

Love emanates from the light
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