My First Contact Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
My First Contact
My first contact
Saturday,11th July 2020
Was it coming direct from the heart?
why did it hurt?
was the tear chamber really affected?
I found no reason to be stated
it was hurting me more
I was feeling so sore
the tears were about to pour
and shine the floor
It was my first contact
and compelled me to react
with welcome note
she smilingly greeted me
it went on smoothly for the days
making me feel good in such a way
that it became almost routine
to see her daily feel fine
she almost vanished from the scene
and not to be seen again
the news gave me anguish and pain
she was departed and gone
Hasmukh Mehta
Along with the days the memory of first contact goes on. This motivates mind and we feel the wonder. This poem is excellently and brilliantly penned.
she almost vanished from the scene and not to be seen again the news gave me anguish and pain she was departed and gone Hasmukh Mehta
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