Love In Token Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love in token

“Some of the granules are offered to hen
When she is to be drawn near our den “old saying goes
But now day’s girls are almost literate
They understand well and comfortable relate

My sincere talk is cut half way
It is termed as fun and I am pushed away
I cut sorry figure and stare at sky
Oh god, all such treatment to me only why?

Such was feeling when encountered with lovely friend
We may talk hours together till the day’s end
She may talk of whole world but stop at some distance
No ground was to be offered to a fool like me even by chance

“Poets are often termed as crazy creatures”
They fall cheaply fall to any soft overtures
I am not for that type of calculation
I over weighted that sum and strengthened the relation

What a degree she holds for market relation and public?
One may have to draw some lessons fro the basic
There has to be some comparison or parity
Else it may lend into trouble with poor quality

It is poet’s heart that misses something
Not diamond, gold or that kind of thing
Heart in heart with smooth placement
Of views and feeling with golden moment

The echo may be heard no more
That rhythm may be lost somewhere
Only pulses nay make some presence
Happy lines may not to be seen hence

Yet it is undefined and unspoken
May be called just a love in token
Something is to be felt but nothing is to be told
If one has to live honorably in this world