Dry Bones Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is all for self and not to be found
Ageless feeling when she is around
Why to bother when heaven is within reach?
Let whole world watch it and preach

I don’t know what her love is meant to be
No restriction or condition to feel for free
At 63 if I can handle the lovely flower
It will be like wetting under the rainy shower

What will be really joy and so closeness?
Classic example of bonding and oneness
I can cherish those moments little longer
If she comes out in open not as stranger

What can be found in dry bones?
Not same man can be created by clones
As eyes may be dry and without any message
Loveless beautiful body marred by an age

I have found her as brilliant
Versatile, intelligent and variant
She is imposing figure and giant
I am too in mood and look defiant

What does she lack in my eyes?
Absolutely nothing with question of no whys
She is there in midst of pond
I am lost and very much fond

She is not a flower like rose or lotus
I have all the words for her and praise thus
Is it for wooing her or sending some pulse?
Let that not result in something else

She is very much excited but very wise
I too extend warmth with lots of promise
I may sand by her in case of any need
As other men do I shall shun the greed?

Let me touch my bones and skin?
Is it earthly prize or heavenly win?
Is she all for me even in dream?
She is directly hitting me as beam


I am no perfect man
Except dreams what else I can?
But yes I can have kingdom of her choice
Where there is peace, silence and no noise

I can still hold your hand
Show to world that we are perfect match and real friends
Let the cruel fate push us to untimely end
Yet we have so much to offer and send

You at opposite shore
I see you in sun and adore
The rays blind me with all that light
Force me to think and perform the right

“Will you please take me along “?
The path is not smooth and anything can go wrong
Still I am here to take care and watch
All the lovely moments not to come at stop