Hand With Grief Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hand with grief

I am perfectly intone
Ideally gone
To the extent of extreme
I fly in the sky and assume

Whenever I received some indication
It sends me into full excitation
I am glad anther revelation
That she has accepted the relation

I feel so lucky
And seek the blessings from an almighty
For its long duration
In the life and till we depart for heaven

I have enjoyed each moment
Whenever she was present
She was llooking excellent under moon's shadow
I always watched her dance and glow

She was really marvelous
Very ordinary but famous
With pride and honor
I always followed her

She had stayed all along
Even if I drifted away or went wrong
She held my hand with grief
But soon that provided me with relief