On The Face Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I feel same
As woman feels in game
What can be the fate?
If woman turns you to be goat

What plays in her mind?
What she fails to observe in kind?
I think material gain
That has to be the main

If he can offer comfort
With good rapport
And free hand
Till the end

If he is prepared
Then she is inclined
To go up to the extent
And willingly present

It is with calculation
That builds the relation
The caution is certainly taken
When something is given in return

Let us feel no deprivation
But stand for revelation
Of dark side to brightness
And bring smiles on the face