Married Soon Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We were going to be married soon
She was my beloved and only moon
I had dreamed and woven a net
We were going to swing and relate

It was done with no speed
It came with normal response and good feed
We made it sure before bonding each other
She was clever enough not to fall with simple offer

I too had taken enough precaution
As it was mater of life long relation
We were concerned with future program
We had definite and certain plan

She was to plan with carrier
And I was to consolidate gain in rear
I had my carrier as poet
The poetry had sealed my fate

I was exceptional in approach
I had nothing to gain as such
I was to serve with dedication
I had already given my indication

Life is like moving wheel
Ups and down we certainly feel
If proper attention and care is taken
The faith and belief can never be shaken