Make It Known To All Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My pen is struck
With bad luck
As I don’t find you around
I search you here and there on ground

Flowers do appeal
And make me feel real
About your presence
I feel cheerful at once

When I find you in flowers petal
It sounds me like your arrival
Mind freshens up to write
I need then no lamp or light

My heart feels delight
When I write
More on you
With words so true

I have an earthly feeling
That I am willing
To share and own
How your presence makes it known?