From East Wind - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
How can there be silence?
In her presence
When heaven is around
And blossom is found
How come fragrance is blown?
From east wind unknown
What makes mind to venture?
To seek her hand for future
I simple dare
With simple fear
That she may refuse to appear
We meet but exchange nothing
Eyes meet and seek something
But where is strength to translate?
To grab the hand and relate
No doubt, it is an ideal relation
As we want no complication
We have taken fair time to judge
But hold stand and never try to budge
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