Upon Arrival Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Upon arrival

I used to feel
At free will
That occupied space in head
It is well received and read

I am not sure
What to assure
In return
For love’s turn

But it is fact
That is seen in my each act
You are very much there
With love to bear

I am confident
At present
That love shall mushroom
And find enough of room

I shall be waiting
And dating
Till you come with concrete proposal
I shall celebrate it upon arrival