My Consent Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My consent

All in our hands
To make friends
To keep them until end approaches
And remain same till it reaches

I love good smile
And go for search over miles
Sometimes I get
Sometimes people make me to forget

But I bear
In mind and make clear
We are forever
Close and near

Why should I tell lies?
When I really try
For smiling face
That I have got without any chase

I keep before eyes
Drag her and try
To read each lines
It really speaks me at length

No, I want to hear nothing
Not a word to bring
Memory so sweet of past
I give my consent very fast