Call Me Again Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Call me from far
I shall emerge as star
To guide and act
And remain yours in fact

Why do I think?
Often about you and sink
I have no answer
But make sincere offer

You were first to enter
This desolate center
The garden was flowered
And the scene was altered

I wish it to remain
And be maintained
You come with fragrance
I shall regret not even at once

Yet fortunately we met
Defeated the fate
This was our destiny
As destined by the almighty