I Shall Close Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel not only lucky
But too much happy
Who can hold you as treasure?
I am totally unsure

Can this happen?
On this earth even
Where love is taken as game
With no value and shame

I see helplessly
When you smell fragrantly
The wind blow regularly
And reminds about your presence so early

I never believed
And lived
With dream so beautiful
But Mum was so careful

Will it be so painful?
To miss her under full moon
I do not know
But yes that makes me with pain to blow

I shall close eyes slowly
With her glimpse nearly
I shall hold her hand and say good bye
Be in another birth too and try