Her Nature Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I just looked at her
She was sad and little bothered
I could read some fear
She secretly under tears

I had little space for her
Soft corner to be precise as lover
She was finding place
With all her look and innocence

She will speak no word
Keep silence and look onward
She will resist nothing
But keep eyes wide open to reveal something

I had sensed little
That she was tense and seemed in trouble
With hidden fear somewhere
She may come sometimes very near

Her lips may try to utter something
But may fail and lead to nothing
It was her only sincere try
I felt so sad about her being very shy

“How long will you be same”?
I gathered strength and blamed
“No, no, you do not worry”
I feed badly and very much sorry

She may speak with inner voice
I am prepared to share with promise
“Look, you need not worry at this moment”
Enjoy with me and disclose at present

We all know about kind woman
When she is in secret love with man
She will speak nothing contrary
Even it is not at all necessary

I loved her nature
She was my pillar and nature
I loved her so much and cared
But never uttered a word or dared