Not Bade Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is likely to happen
In present life even
I shall come back again
And live more to remain

I never leave the hope
Even though life is linked to tight rope
I need to scale high wall
To thwart possible fall

I shall wish fresh
That life is not landing in mess
We are committed to peaceful living
And silently believing

I shall love to live with you
Never falling apart even if you turn blue
I shall seek you whenever
You turn to me to stay over

Come back from gloom
And blossom
The flower shall fade
But we will not bade