Foot Steps Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I heard some foot steps with knock
it was midnight as sounded the clock
I saw one imaginary fairy in white frock,
I stared at her motionless as hard rock,

I too heard distant call and noise,
It was gentle walk in corridor with some voice,
I could not believe with my naked eyes,
Was it she waving and saying byes?

Oh, dark night even was not offering silence
Night’s presence seemed to me complete nonsense
it was difficult to gather what she wanted to say?
Dead calm too proved hurdle for attention to pay

Stars you stop twinkling as she wants to say something
I am not at all in position to say or hear anything
Moon you too light little more so I can see
Allow me to watch her under the big tree

Oh nights you stop your movement
She may disappear at any moment
Moon you too don’t offer lavish comment,
No praise in her honor is to be sent

She is some where around with sweet fragrance
I have seen her in full boom with elegance
I have no strength left with zero tolerance
Allow me to see her and talk with her at once

I had run in the sleep and twisted the ankle
As I didn’t want to loose you from any angle
Reason you know is very straight and simple
you were so beautiful with red cheeks and dimples

O, flowers you too have no tolerance,
She has such unique fragrance, with appearance
I shook my head in discomforts with disbelief,
All these happy moments at least offered me some relief,

What has she done to me as person?
Are the sleepless night’s only reason?
Was she not blooming in every season?
Nothing was left behind and everything was on,

I longed for her in my life boat,
I preferred bitter pills with sugar coat
She was around me with full support;
I too had good tuning with rapport

She departed at a time when I needed her most
I was stunned to bear such shock with personal cost
She not only delivered heaviest blow but made me dumb
I crumbled on the ground injuring all fingers with thumb

Nights have become totally barren and mean to live
Eyes search her in all the direction and refuse to believe
Will she emerge again to offer me relief and solace?
It will be happiest moment of life to be found in palace