As Proud Cover Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It causes no flutter
Even if you slowly murmur
It is short of whisper
But I hear it clearly in ears

What culture has to do?
When we are true
When are so close and near
Ready to become one in future

You told me number of times
“Knock door gently sometimes”
It sends me anxiety with fear
When I find your presence dear

I would love to be mother
Of your kids if chosen ever
That shall grant me closeness
To bring bright shine on the face

Let us be happy people
Though different but single individual
We have cause to be one
With customs, traditions or none

I shall love to bear your remembrance
If I become companion by chance
I shall hold your hand forever
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