Will You Marry Me? Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Will you marry me?
“Will you marry me? ” Echoed a voice,
“: I must think” as I had no choice,
Rain was lasing outside,
Whole scene just moved as slide,

It is beautiful scene as rain drops,
New lease of life for plants and crops,
Heavy respite from scorching heat,
Joy all over and nothing to beat,

Hi, I remembered you when it rained,
She kept mum as completely drained,
Why, you are so happy and remembered?
Are you serious enough to be answered?

I did not meant it dear,
You have mistaken it to hear,
No sense or meaning it bear?
Let me make it clear?

She addressed me as lovable dad,
I was moved and felt so sad,
Was it omen so bad?
Is the trouble on the way or to be had?

“How could you think” as I call you sir,
Are you serious or for sure?
It was another salvo or blast,
How to change impression to last?

Well, two things can’t go together,
You are to me as dear daughter,
We can be simply object for laughter,
Most condemnable and sought after,

She got point in my submission,
There was no guilt in her admission,
She was outright an obedient on line daughter,
Loved so much even to my own dearer,

I love you dad and she burst into tears,
I can’t think even with remote fears,
It was simple sought after assurance,
Never to think of even such recurrence,

I may prefer death than to think,
Deep sea may be suitable to sink,
Not even eyes I can blink,
Leave aside to think or wink,

This may be plot for your write,
You just arouse passion and ignite,
Find your way and compose the verse,
Situation you can change even in reverse