Can Come And Find Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Promises not forgotten
Wish emerges often
Love is always pure
One must see to it and assure

I repeat and say again
There may be little pain
In past memory
But never feel sorry

It was past
And had come to last
Even sweet memory may not stay for long
Otherwise it was also wrong

Smile if they invade
Try to forget and not relate
They are rich treasure
One most make sure

You were love one
That can be denied by none
Not it is gloriously settled in mind
No one else can come and find