My Dear Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My dear love

do you believe?
my love,
there is a possibility
to see you live here

life has turned barren
and there is no trace of heaven
it has been turned into hell I feel bad and can't spell

despite your own ill health
and finding not easy breath,
you lost no faith
and promised to stay until death

you broke the promises
and here, I sit alone and curse
why did you leave me alone?
to remember the old days gone!

you came this morning in a dream
in the form of a light beam
I could see your glittering face
it was full of love's trace