Honestly Seek Her Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Her presence did it again
She was my object main
She stood for happiness and my ideal
She only occupied my mind and seemed real

I was in pain and longed
So far I had thought only about her and managed
Now I intensely seek her at each step
But she offers different explanation with solid slap

No, she is reasonable and noble woman
Always remained my favorite kind human
She had all her limitations and compulsion
Yet she never lost composure and had illusion

“Solitude” is my best companion to enjoy
She confided me in her excellent mood of joy
It did cut through my bones and sent shiver
I could not even smile at her

She is great poetess and queen of empire
I shall only watch her and admire
That is perfect way to feel and watch
The dream shall have to be pushed back

I shall paint her on my canvass
With same curves and smiling face
She will speak to me when I am before her
She shall have nothing worry about worldly thing sand bother

I want to lick her happiness
See the same and nice happiness
Why can’t she be same as was before?
I fail to understand but honestly seek her