With My Call Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She is in every inch
A miracle and dream pinch
Always waves the flag
And smilingly drag

I find place in her lap
That is so fine to feel and wear a cap
Cap of close belonging
Melody in ears constantly ringing

The wing brings fresh fragrance
From across the seven seas at once
Offering me her presence
I would love to deep in sea at once

She may stay in kingdom
That shall be her final place with freedom
She is there for me to as love symbol
Trying to carry ship with my call