You Are Special Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She is very much there
As neighbor in next door
But not showing shore
Tell me how to adore?

"I am unwell"
That does not tell
Her pain and anguish
"Speedy recover" I wish

She should not fall ill
That is my internal will
Some of the friends are always in mind
Their illness speaks of something unkind

"You are special" I spoke
The feeling was under smoke
She may take it as joke
But that is all in my stock

Her name indicates that she is delicate
How good to feel and relate?
She has charm of silver moon
I have realized it so soon

She may soon regain strength
Speak well with charm and at length
Some of the flowers should always blossom
Speak with innocence and shy away seldom