How One Remains Cheerful Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I sing happily

I happily sing
And give her ring
I go close and whisper
She has now opened heart and ears

I address her as black
Dark complexioned but laughing stock
She goes all out
But afraid to talk about

She has child’s heart
But this is natural art
She reveals her intent
I nearly miss her and comment

She is my real heaven
When happily driven
She rides over my wings
Fir happiness to bring

I shall embrace and hold
As she is my world
I need her all the time
“Near and far” o cater views sometimes