I Will Not Move Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I will not move
Until she says to prove
Innocence and honesty
I take it win or as victory

I have remained
In touch and regained
Full confidence
In her presence

What does she do?
Nothing as she is true
Invites no trouble
Brilliant and capable

She knows her role
Responds well to call
I go for her final approval
She had been honest an vocal

What will I say to her?
Oh no, some words to hear
For her ear’s joy
I shall watch her face to enjoy

Flower has fully blossomed
On plant it is zoomed
I wish to pluck and retain in hand
As lovely flower and friend

Who shall not appreciate?
And openly relate
About close alliance
And fine love by chance