A Pull Close To Chest Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I pulled her close to my chest
I tried in earnestly to my best
It was real and crucial test
I had conveyed my desire at least

She asked help and guidance from her God
I failed to catch whether it was yes or nod
I could guess it was pure invitation
Simple “No” was now out of question

I revealed all about my past
She reacted angrily and very fast
I thought I was finished and did not last
At least I opened up and threw away the mask

Was it undoing of my best efforts?
Did I fail to maintain good rapport?
What did I expect from her to support?
Was my ship was landing at safe port?

I could read worry lines on her face
I did consider it as unique but mad race
She was not prepared or ready to lace
I was impatient to meet her and embrace

What did she offer me in return?
Did I expect any rough answer or “U” turn?
I was about go away and run
It had left me with sensational burn

I was burning with deep desire
I did all my best to admire
She was not the commodity on hire
But she was like volcano and live wire

Whenever I tried to go so close?
She made hostile reaction with pose
I failed to convey the trust and to repose
She almost smiled at me like rose

I think not to touch her in life time
She was not in my mind as object prime
She almost came as surprise in life
Now I was dreaming about making her wife


Love has failed many in their journey
They might have spent lots of money
The love which I was trying was very precious
I wished to remain with her almost continuous

She might have misjudged me and declined
I was desperate and mostly inclined
I still had to probe deep in her mind
There was yet no answer from her to find

I tested her will and desire
She was almost on fire
I was set to score on her
It was crucial test here and here

I will not mind if I swim or sink
I will watch her without any blink
I have given enough time to think
I must find good and durable link

She was there in my mind
I thought I must find
She must be at ease
I shall give her all peace