Some Progress Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was bathed by rain
To maintain
Body heat
And greet

That was once
When I had chance
To dance under dark clouds
The sound was so loud

The love was showing
Its color and blowing
With wind
For something to find

"Let someone come"
Embrace and welcome
This shall be the right time
I guessed it in proper time

"Hey, you there" someone then called
I soon become stonewalled
I could not yell
My breathe could not do well

Yes, I found
On ground
The beautiful company
With all that blessings from an almighty