No More Comment Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No more to comment

The sky is limitless
And provides vastness
For us to measure
With pleasure

I was floating in dream
With stars in teams
Twinkling and signifying
With their presence underlying

How long might have been spread?
My mind went dead
There was no measurement
I was unable to think at present

I had gained stature
With your company for sure
I had spring in mind
With heart feeling so colorful and kind

It becomes all the more relevant
When it becomes apparent
With nothing more to comment
But enjoy when fragrance is smelt