Her Whisper Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love is simple grace
Clearly reflected on face
Nature too supports
In each effort

Flowers come up
In colors to show up
Hand in hand
With show and trend

All may feel fine
When sun shines
Day goes up to spread light
For all to delight

The mind craves
And behaves
To long for real love
And believe

From far of land
I look beyond
Pray for her
And bother

What will she be doing?
With hands folding
Same as I do for her
I gently hear her whisper