Make Presence Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The nature has its secret
And allows or let
To be enjoyed by mankind
With pleasure to find

Early risers get more chance
Cuckoo makes love’s presence
The melody in air makes it to flow
With message all over to go

Leaves on trees make noise
As if to appear with unheard promises
“Look we are here”
Take our care

Everything is seen on ground
The birds and animals are fond
Their chirping voce makes it more pleasant
As if we are in heaven at present

So miss not or get caught
With situation so tight
Never feel tense
Or make the presence irrelevant