Really True Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was awakened in morning
Bu melody so sweet and fascinating
It was tone of musical instrument
The peace was always present

The birds were yet to chirp
I was not disturbed for sleep
It opened my deep sense
Why was she up without being tense?

I tried to catch
Meaning behind and reach
I failed in attempt
But melody was so prompt

It touched my heart
It was pure form of an art
You can call it as prayer
Best medium for message as conveyer

I loved her choice of time
It was considered best in whole day time
I wondered about placement of music
The love was making tone as basic

I wanted to step out
But was forced to turn about
Stay in bed and listen to
The internal joy was really true