A Song For Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I haven’t seen her face
Still I am in race
Prayed God for his grace
I must find her or trace

What a magical pull?
There prevails complete lull
Cool breeze laden with heavy dews
I wait for her creation to review

She is really a spell bound
Fragrance of flower and nature’s sweetness found
It looks so logical and sound
I feel she is somewhere around

Lovely site with beautiful creations
To the point with no more questions
It is an end for earnest quest
She is with me by a simple request

Her gesture and feelings are very warm
I have found her without any harm
I can feel the pulse of her heart beats
She is in creations with unsurpassable feats

Where will I really find?
Hear her words so kind
What is actually worrying my mind?
She is virtual heavenly gift for blind

How to sing song in her honor?
How to remain admirer and lover?
She is silent flow of the river
I am caught up with fragrance fever

She may not be near and to be seen
Her poems are spell bound with new scenes
It shall remain as precious treasure
I am elated with joy with no way to measure

I have determined to g it alone
My garden should not be devastated by cyclone
Let flowers of all colors boom
I shall sit and enjoy in room

Don’t stop your views to air
It may be totally unfair
I shall watch it to come through window
I have waited enough for it to allow