I Run Out Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have found place
That is more than palace
If real hut can give joy
I shall prefer to stay and enjoy

I have realized your importance
It is real chance
To have you at once
And fell love's essence

It may not be lust alone
But be part to belong any one
Stay with permanent identity
And so much grace from an almighty

I feel lonely and isolated
Till I had not dated
You brought he blossom
That has flooded my room

I run out of stock
When hear the knock
Your gentle steps send me ripples
I lay then and there making unable to move