As Pure Gold Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It makes me to dream
In day light and scream
With the fear that you may be lost forever
I sometimes continuously shiver

Such panicky situation has never arisen
As you are firmly residing in my heart even
You appear with beautiful smiling face
I find lovely teeth as reason to chase

I run after you to catch
But you never allow me to watch
And hear beautiful words
That flow with no greed

What an magical echo from your voice!
As if striking valley with simple promise
“I am yours, I am yours”
I look here and there but completely miss

I pray an almighty
For real gift with beauty
You were a missing link
I always bow down and think

My eyes get wet
With little cunning fate
If it takes you away forever
I feel sad and weep with cover

No one has moved me so much
As you have with delicate touch
You are thousands of miles away
Yet I feel the distance is inches on way

I am growing old
But feel you as pure gold
Not only in possession
But with admission too