Make No Hiss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

He has come
Whenever I felt alone
In this selfish world
And took to his fold

I always surrendered
And offered
My service
With his choice

I served poor
And very next door
The neighbor
With respect and honor

I wish my angel
To speak well
Come to me
And make me free

I become speechless
When do not see her face
She remains at distance
I have not seen her even at once

She reigns
And begins
To tease
With aim to please

I shall always miss
But make no hiss
Or mention her
Anywhere