My Words Echo Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Someone I miss
Make no choice
Hardly has she remembered
Yet to me stands as precious member

She is Gardner herself
With all the treasure in shelf
Kindness reflects on face
In her eyes I try to trace

Each flower gets personal care
She herself is fairy’s tale
With wings apart
I dream to be part

I miss her voice
With lovely and unforgettable promise
We shall leave never
Even seasons s desert forever

I wait in each monsoon
And pray for her to come soon
Show me just little glimpse
So I live with my own verse

I shall compose in volumes
That shall emanate as perfume
Her fragrance may reach far end
I shall search each direction when she sends

Let my words echo simple wish
That I wait for her as day finish
Nights bring me dark isolation
Yet I stand firm with memorable relation