Your Fancy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Your fancy

Love to the last drop
And never stop
To remind that you love her most
Let there be any cost!

Never measure depth
With fear of death
Go deep down
And make your sentiments own

No one has far
Reached sky and stars
But dreams have gone far beyond
Like fishes run from one end to another end in pond

Our fancy may find way
In new heights with fascinating way
That is real challenge
But we shall manage

You come near
And share
Your fancy
With match to my query