Paper Slip Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was past recalled
After breaking high wall
I could see beautiful world
On other side which was never told

I remembered
When he had offered
A hand of friendship
When I was there on trip

Many days were spent as traveler
Moved to many places together
It was "heaven on earth" attachment
I wanted something more for comment

Those days were quickly forgotten
As I had to move out all of sudden
The contact and person was lost so soon
I too settled with day's noon

One day I found a slip of paper
It spoke of my past tour
I decided to see him at once
It was again a God sent chance

He has no charm
And no killer's intention to harm
I found him so hospitable and warm
I felt so happy to have reached safe place after storm