When Will You Come Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When will you come?

You can't detach
So easily tor each
At the other end
As you are inseparable friend

Not only with soul
But with every call
You are just before eyes
Even without try

The whispering tone
Along with flowers in garden
Each honey bee carries same message
Same name comes on each page

So deeply attached
And reached even deeper
No part can refuse entry
It is there already

In each vein
It flows even in main
With one name
Oh when will you come!