With Your Memory Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I find no occasion
To express my passion
It comes to me through your expression
Though melody and obsession

In early morning, the birds chirp
When I am in deep sound sleep
I hold flower in hand
But dream about you as friend

I get inspiration
Without being near for inhalation
Your fragrance makes me to sink
Deep down to existence and think

I always think about our link
And aimlessly blink
But you are right there
To make me aware

I shall cherish
And finish
With your memory
When get up with blessings from an almighty