A Day In Field Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was getting wild
But you remained mild
You acted as innocent child
I was to have day in field

I rushed to you
To fall in and get through
Thought it was very true
I did everything to woo

You were so impatient
I was mentally strong but a patient
You response was immediate and instant
We tried to achieve what we hoped for or wanted

All norms forgotten
The idea was ill-gotten
It does not take place often
Even though we take it as fun

The common sense goes off
There is more to enjoy and laugh
Palpitation rise with higher pulse rates
Everything crash at opening gate

Nothing stands on the way
No murmur, no whisper and nothing to say
Eyes all sunk and closed
Full of intoxication and dozed

Who cares for what is happening around?
Morning sun rays may fall on the ground
Cool breeze and air nicely to be found
Silence prevail with no steps to go round

What is next in store?
Pity, guilt or heavy snore
End of heaven and nothing more to explore
Heavy excitement and ignition more

Will it pave the way?
Clear the air with complete say
No more empty feeling but fulfillment
Meting of eyes with no more comments

It is said number of times
Love is like poem with beautiful rhythms
Full of quotes and unquote later
Realization if any may be considered better

The only loss is initiative or charm
The end has been realized with so much harm
There may still be fear of desertion
Lot of anxiety with full of questions


We may wake up to find hard reality
You may have full sense and capability
Still it may raise many eye brows
If it is interrupted with its flow

All blessing are for those
Who are prepared to face and pose?
Nothing matters even if with stiff challenge
Such is the stage to countered with the age

All goes well with all privacy
Then nothing remains as secrecy
Much to converse with increase in frequency
The stage is delicate and considered as fancy

Let all the facts stand ignored
Let all the norms violated and not explored
It is still a quest for finding a true companion
Love is not to be lost for forming union

It is very delicate and hard
Cautiously to move forward
When no support is found
Still it gains momentum around