As I Kissed Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

On number of occasion I kissed or being kissed
They are special events and I really missed
So many times the friend circle have teased
I almost went down for the fear of being released

I used to touch the dust of holy land
Picking up some dust in both the hands
Rub on the forehead as mark of great respect
It was not belief confined to any particular sect

It had lots of power and feeling behind
Mother’s kiss is unforgettable and very kind
Love to motherland is unparallel and can’t be found
Everything said to her respect seems nice and sound

Parental kiss is full of affection and second to none
It is desired by students, children and everyone
The eyes reflect complete reflection of Calm Ocean
The waves rush to the shore in form all of sudden

What do the friends do when seized with so much joy?
Why not make it fully understandable and enjoy?
It has relevance even on today in all its form
We should be reasonable in its adherence and stay informed

How do I react when wife comes before the eyes?
What are all things happen when I search for it and try?
She has all the showers for me to show on the scene
Kisses may differ in its substance when rally observed and seen

It has so much power in its transmission
It has sincerity when signaled for admission
It may be offered with different dimension
It finds itself in situation which finds good mention