Thousands May Celebrate Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Thousands may celebrate
Millions may relate
Remember the friends
Vow to maintain it till the end

What a sacred bond to dream?
Innocent feeling and no whim
Commitment to a serious relation
Rose in hand with smile as an indication

It has hidden message
To become real valentine with age
Be worth for an offer
Always to agree and not to differ

Make it a memorable moment
So there remains nothing to comment
No sorrow, no grievances and nothing of that sort
Always exchange of happiness with lots of support

I mean it when say 'will you be my valentine'
In happiness, in hard days or in famine
I shall hold hands forever and face odd
Such words may be repeated and told

It is no use to run after beautiful faces
It may be so in some of the cases
But generally speaking it is loose union
To come out with resolve and be companion

The rose itself is spreading fragrance
It is not occasional, at once or by chance
It is by inheritance may spread all over
Such is valentine day and may provide cover

I offer to all those who are not yet my friends
May be reading but not supporting in open end
I salute to all those who wish me long and happy journey
Today is time to wish along with them and pray almighty