What Really I Miss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

What rally I miss

I fail to understand
The real crux even at the end
It is all rubbish
When you finish with 'Good bye'

You bring the joy
At door to enjoy
It has special effect
When I state it with facts

You bring in fragrance
From fresh flowers at once
The nose gets indication of you being around

It is our closeness
That brings happiness
And smile on face
Even in critical phase

What really I miss?
When there is no breeze
Even at an early morning
The sun is really not shining