I Wrote O Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I did not know about love
But believed
As had heard it from friends
But not felt from any end

She was seen once
That was by chance
She had flowers in hand
For me, I felt as if her friend

She smiled little
But I felt for her meanwhile
She was leaving after it was over
I could not tell her to seek my cover

She had planted feeling
I was feared and willing
She left amidst fun fare
I could not even dare

I wrote" o, dear"
Then was gripped by fear
Pen could not move
She had held hand not to move

Oh, let me put some words
She said not a word
Till I decided about you
Until then prove true

I sat down
On ground unknown
She was guiding and directing
I was almost silently acting