I Make Call Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Neither I shall become harsh
Nor create any farce
But Shall try to win over
And provide nice cover

I shall slip near
So you can hear
Think over
And be mine forever

I shall melt
That may be felt
By you in person
With solid reasons

I shall lack no courage
And honestly manage
To make you fall in line
And clearly define

Love demands no explanation
As it is clear reflection
Of nice relation
That we built with excitation

Yes it was to provide
And decide
What will be your role?
When finally I make call