Her Smiling Face Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She was calling from distant land
Responding to a request from friend
“Why do you give prominence in time line”?
I was confused and felt not at all fine

“I am writer and need reader friends”
“Who read and comment in the time of need” I responded
“No, no, it is another level of playing flirt game”
You delete the picture, I shall not blame

I knew the out burst was momentary
If given proper explanation necessary
She may relent and understand the point
Why co-existence is needed as poet and reader to join?

“Ok, I deleted altogether but you remain as friend
She was moved and adamancy was put to an end
I am Gen and needed no more proof
The writer can not be kept aloof

Why am I insisting and writing so much on such issues?
What are all aspects needed for real views?
I did honestly what was really wanted
She came round corner and accepted

I found in her true friend and gem
A real gem in quality with fame
She was found to be precious in nature
I saw in her real brand and future

She is now on my list
There was no more twist
She is as much near as any other reader
Added with fragrance like scent in order

She may regret or remorse I have no clue
But I am sure of her intention very true
She asserted it with firmness
A great is found on her smiling face