Final Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Final

You are flowing in my vanes
Like power divine
I feel pulse
And make quick choice

I shall take you in arm
With feeling of warmth
And say "yes" to it
With one voice to greet

I have wide sky
With wings open to fly
I shall take you so high
With blessings from day and night

It is not only love
But I believe
In its depth
That shall remain till last breathe

I will stick to internal call
And respond with signals all
It shall be final
And that what I call a promising show down