Unsung Love Again Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You were unsung love
Since beginning till date
I found no one with so much of care
You were far but very much here

The birds too reminded me of your presence
The “Cuckoo” was heard by chance
It was your lovely melodious voice
That gave me word of promise

Yes let me tell you
You have soul that is true
Free from asking any undue favor
But asking always some words of honor

You have lifted my spirit
When open greeted
For few of my poems
Which were really concerning downtrodden

I have openly sided
And secretly confided
That you are my lovely cuckoo
Black bird but very much honest and true

I shall carry same impression
Till the end witnesses worldly relation
I shall be no more and resting in grave
Still hear the same and willingly crave