Their Gesture Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Their gesture

I am in colorful mood
Everything I feel good
It makes my mind to swing
And forces to sing

"Come, come, o dear love"
I am happily driven
With feeling of heaven
And pulled by stars even

Moon is knocking door
To be my neighbor
And pull the chariot
Without bang sought

Why don't you come?
As I am eager to welcome
Garland with roses
And stand up for pose

Fragrance is all over
From wet clay to flowers
All shake their heads
I accept their gesture and spread arms Their gesture

I am in colorful mood
Everything I feel good
It makes my mind to swing
And forces to sing

"Come, come, o dear love"
I am happily driven
With feeling of heaven
And pulled by stars even

Moon is knocking door
To be my neighbor
And pull the chariot
Without bang sought

Why don't you come?
As I am eager to welcome
Garland with roses
And stand up for pose

Fragrance is all over
From wet clay to flowers
All shake their heads
I accept their gesture and spread arms