From Roof Top Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

From roof top

It shall always happen
We shall dream for heaven
We shall sweat for our love
And silently believe

I won't say it often
But feel within
It daily touches my soul
I hear it with distant call

I have not seen her face
But try to trace
And read her hidden lines
Making my views clear and divine

Pure or impure
It is always sure
Both may meet like ocean and river
Where river shall merge with water

I think often about fall out
And feel so touch about
You are bringing daily some energy
To make me more and more funny

I shall shout from roof top
With muse and cry non-stop
You may listen to and fall for charm
I shall gladly take it without fear of harm