Happy Valentine Day Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The spring is colorful
The same fervor is for intelligent and fool
Wise and semi perform the same
The season is for all to claim

I miss all my friends
That impression shall remain till end
Many entered my life as life long
It is rare honor for not going wrong

How many to name in my success?
How kindly they gave me access?
I love to be with them and around
They are always affectionately found

Yes roses had nice place
I was after them with wild chase
I got many to remember in many ways
They have left behind fragrance to stay

I feel so elated
As if closely related
With all my dreams and charms
They have done no harm

This spring makes m e to feel
All their memories to fill
In my mind as precious treasure
The joy and happiness never to measure

Shall I call this spring as special valentine?
So sacred and yet to call it divine
My friends are dear and make me to feel fine
I shall miss all till I say bye but never define

With rose in hand I stand alone
I need to know who real one is.
Who will wish me valentine from heart
“O dear, we miss you and feel very much part “