Lamps Light Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Little glimpse of yours
Removes fear
That has made little space
Inside solid heart case

With emergence of the sun rays
I search my way
But find you before me
To show and lead me as free man

I was fortunate enough
To be gifted with laugh
As and when you appeared
I whispered to self and surrendered

Thousands of lamps light
To make me flood with delight
Your smiling face knocks my heart
I feel you near as precious part

I look at fresh flowers
And find lovely colors
You comprise all
And I always dream to call (with name)