One Goes For It Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It will be considered as treasure
If you announce it with pleasure
Adding fragrance to it if made sure
What it would be and today what we are

Even though we are far
Still we will be yaar (friend) *
I shall love and miss
But later on live with peace

Why to worry?
Why to feel sorry?
When it is holy and forever
I shall forget it never

You shall have your world
I shall have my fold
Yet friendship is divine
One must feel it fine

Not all can dream it nicely
It is purest form and lovely
One feels easy and at rest
As it is considered best

You drive home
You may be greeted with welcome
It is bond with feeling
One goes for it and always willing