A Warm Welcome Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You have touched me like high speed wind
I was flying with emotions and couldn’t find
It was immense pleasure to hold on in grip
Tears almost rolled on cheeks but couldn’t weep

As you closed on to paste the warm welcome
The whole world seemed to have nearly come
I was wondering what it was all about
It was slow whispering and not big shout

You teased me to bring very close
As if you wanted something to disclose
I shut my eyes half closed and half open
You wanted the new page soon to reopen

I tried to utter few words through lips
They failed to respond to nice tips
I wanted them to close on without breath
I was simmering with fear to near death

I couldn’t laugh it with joy
You were all for it to enjoy
I wished to express it freely
To fall in line and enjoy it merrily

I surrendered to wished with no more questions
I had all but no more ambitions
It was heaven in your tight grip
I did try to have few seconds to sleep

What magic were you doing?
Was it simple try for wooing?
I was in for it at any cost
You had succeeded for it almost

I was not in position to measure
It was giving me tremendous pleasure
Can you hold me more and pleasantly reassure?
A simple word for whole life to secure


I needed you whole of my life
I could be better half as your wife
It may move on as two wheels
The life to scale on high hills