Something More Or Less Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I must do something more
Not with words just to adore
What do I look in her for?
Wait eagerly to dance on floor?

She has lot more to care
About me, family and then to dare
She may openly opt for me
But she is not independent and free

I will never make her to walk
With less worries to talk
Hand in hand for morning stroll
To prevent any disaster or further fall

It has been decided
Many unpleasant thins are avoided
No bitterness so far as words are concerned
Face the situation jointly if turned

Occasional natural bath in open
In monsoon when clouds appear sudden
That charm is not to be lost
It has to be enjoyed at any cost

You may hang her painting on wall
Write words in honor and call
"My dearest of dear in this beautiful world"
What a lovely luck to be in your fold!

As two wheels of car smoothly move
Let there be no misgivings to remove
Goal is one, journey is combined
The life as such is well defined

Time may prove and dictate
We may watch only to relate
Life may have many surprises
Somewhere lapses and somewhere fulfillment of promises