Khushi.. Happiness Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You are appearing before me as doll
I raise head and hear your beautiful call
“Are you listening to foot steps that I am on the way? ”
I simply close eyes and wait for her to say

What a magnificent and nice those days were!
You were coming from back to surrender
Arms around my waist with beautiful smile
You were “Khushi”*as self in your own style

Never mind, it was seven seas march
Yet I could see you with inner torch
You were standing all the way to see me
We were meeting in open under sky and felt so much free

“The first day of breaking veil’
How could I forget to avail?
It was your wish and my desire too
We both went down with sweat ordeal through

I still fail to believe those sweet moments
You were in arms swinging for moment
‘Hold me; hold me, you uttered under magic spell”
I wanted those moments for more times to tell

I go down with each night
Recollect and endlessly fight
With your sweet memory and sink
Is there anything more to think?

*Khushi… happiness