Special Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Let me remain silent
And not resent
Her praises
With not a single miss

I may be her moon
She may realize soon
I have coolness to offer
And altogether alter

I want to rain
With no more pain
But with cheers
To cause no fears

When shall I have?
The real brave
To come near
And whisper

Is she not special?
With her arrival
I find whole of universe
To rise from grave with no remorse

What shall make her happy?
I have told already
Are you ready?
Keep flowing natural and steady