Dearest uncle

I knew of one khusi (joy) some years back
When I was always waiting for some words to crack
She may come like fragrance
Leave behind some unforgettable charm and mesmerism

She took nothing with her
Only some unforgettable smile to wonder
It was only treasure left behind
I searched the whole world to find

She disappeared like powerful wind
Came with destruction and nothing was left behind
Except her love, affection and sweet feelings
That was only with me as sacred belonging

I heard a word dearest uncle
That made me impulsive to feel
She was alive and much to comforts
Her ship had anchored to port

What a way to feel happiness?
For a person not known or seen with face
Let there be no communication in reality
Her presence is felt very clear with nobility

Wherever you are and under whatever name
I pray almighty that finally you remembered and came
It is great Allah and his blessings that I feel real happiness
I had left no stone unturned to find her or trace

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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