I Speak Loud Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

You may feel warmth
Till death
From the arms
That caused no harm

You were hugged
And begged
For long association
With new elation

You gave in return
And I turned
Same gesture
With bright future

I speak loud
When there was burst from cloud
The lightening was seen around
He reality was certainly on ground

I look back to count
But what else amounts?
Long and durable association
That was culminated out of relation

I grabbed your hand
Till the wish of dead end
It is before my vision
That has remained no confusion