Fresh Water Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Fresh water

Each girl has dream
To make perfect team
With beloved
And stand loved

The life expects such desire
Before one tires
From journey's crusade
Before time comes to bade

So for girl it is one time experience
To have come at once
And created havoc
And shattered even to talk

So when she thinks
She sinks deep
From bottom of the heart
And loses interest to be part

But nevertheless, it is bad
To lose interest and remain sad
Life is to be carried further
And sail for fresh water