My Appeal Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My appeal

I try to draw
And show
Some special attention
With aim to improve relation

She is shying
With appearance of crying
I feel crucified
Almost terrified

I fear for being complained
And stained
Sarcastically before all
I afraid of such call

No but I again fail
To read and trail
Behind her intention
I get big question

No, but she shall remember
And hopefully surrender
To my strong appeal
And that is real