Countdown Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Countdown

It was first meet
When I came in contact and greeted
You were in your natural form
It made me to feel with warmth

I have come across many
But I had not felt specially
You were the one who influenced
The meeting can be termed as ”pure chance”

I was moved with emotion
She can be ideal for relation
I dreamed about future companion
You were certainly in mind and the real one

I gave my inkling to family members
I still remember
They had backed my thought
And endorsed the choice before I was caught

The final countdown began
The sweet memory troubled me often
Her whispered tone began to spin
It was almost unforgettable win