Till End Time Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Till End Time
I hold your hand and feel
The world is real
Where two souls meet
And willingly greet
This goes on for entire period
Till it is good with world
Life is alright
And there is nothing to fight
Life has been bestowed
The children are allowed
They are like flower
And you feel luckier
I wished to grow
And allow
Few moments
That was heavenly sent
I shall love to rest
Along her side and wrest
He honor of being with her
Till last time together
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I shall love to rest with new and new fest. Rest to meet with hope let comment with cope....Beautiful poem Mehta ji. 24 Nov by Pintu Mahakul to Till end time
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I hold your hand and feel The world is real