Yet Seprate Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have no other job
And make you rob
As I am totally lost
And remain occupied most

You appear from no where
And I fail to dare
You have knocked me down
I have no sense of my own

You are on my memory print
Ad give always hint
I pick brush
And hopefully finish!

We are yet separate
But may be perfect mate
It is not too late
We shall change imperfect fate

You are everything
For life and its wings
We shall fly high
To look up and try