An Unusual Meeting Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It rained heavily
I too enjoyed it merrily
It seemed like union of family
Something was missing in us very badly

It took me many years back
We were on complete right track
I hoped nothing would go wrong
Everything was going good with song

It used to be unusual meeting
There was exchange of no greetings
Still I longed for him to say something
It did not come in the form of anything

How many special memories are attached?
How to get easily out of it and get detached?
So many things are taught or preached?
At very next moments they are breached

How you made me to be wet in first rain?
It was season’s first fall to result in some gain
Seeds were to grow and mature in form of grain
It as only my worry and concern main

You were coming in the form of hurricane
Not with devastation but with relief plane
Lots of rain and blowing of cool wind
Joy and happiness all over to find

I am not in for all that you do
It may be very nice and true
I still care for you and wait
Don’t term it as gimmick and fate

It is meeting not always
We have parted our ways
Once a while you come and strike
I still long for it and like

I am on earth and you are in sky
You have vast horizons to ply
I am firmly placed yet wait with eagerness
I am sure of your intention and truthfulness