In Spring Session Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You were never caged
But graced
To love and be loved
That is what I believed

You had desire
And power
To fly with wings
And lovingly sing

It was unparallel
I felt so well
With your lovely chirping
Sometimes that led me weeping

You had lovely eyes
To look at and try
For wonderful possession
In spring session

Will you give me your hand?
Till the end
My journey shall have delightful sojourn
When you make it turn