I Like Her Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Not that I dislike her
But sometimes I differ
With her too much compassion
And obsession

It reminds me of near lust
And blocks my trust
To detest such an idea
And refuses to enter in that area

I believe it as personal feeling
Which comes off from willing soul?
Respects her being as purely human
But in special relation as woman

I have seen her as hungry
For long waiting and now in hurry
To surrender with all that she has
I smile at her and quietly pause

The bond should not be viewed from sex angle
As we have made it often feasible
At no time I have refused to meet her desire
Because personally I like her