Selective Basis Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Hold your breathe
Till death
For beautiful rainbow to appear
That shall emerge near

You will find love's image
In your earl age
To feel one of the luckiest
With the possession of best

Your fancy may drive
To survive
In new dreamland
That shall hold you as dear friend

Hold any color you like
But it must strike
Its importance
At once

Your dream shall be fulfilled
As sun ray's are beamed
To serve as back ground
For your dreams' to be found