My Dear Selfi Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I couldn’t control myself
I read her name as selfish
But she was “Selfy”
Real flower rosy

You come across
All of sudden with no toss
You can only praise
But not chase

“Untouched and uncared-for” she claimed
I was stunned and remained
So much motionless
As I could find world’s rarest

How to match her smile?
As I myself hasmukh*meaning same
She seemed o me in totality
A rare reflection from an almighty

I find her in happy mood
All face lines are completely understood
I find her like moon
Appearing all of sudden in after noon