My Company With You Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My company

If you ever hold my hand
And request to be friend
I shall never mind
But look with kind gesture

When does the girl ask?
Not form the start
But when conceived
And believed

If you say stop
I shall come down from top
Listen to what you are trying to convey
Even if that lands me in dismay

I shall not go
Or even forgo
The fortune
Even if luck is out of tune

You should say It in open
With dream of heaven
That you desire my company
With blessings from an almighty