Only Figure Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I know and feel
That is real wish and will
I feel so much of crush
There is anxiety and rush

What will be called “wait”?
Is it another name of “fate”?
It is plain fact to read in between
The real happiness I have never seen

What does she whisper?
When come so near
Why my heart beats go higher?
Why do I find complete rainbow in her?

She is only figure
I dream and silently bear
She reminds of great sacrifice
Always to be made with promise

I do not know more
Yet I sleep sound and snore
Never care about where and what shall she be doing
Only her sweet words come slowly to me and ring

I have heard her once
That too was by simple chance
Not even cuckoo can beat her
She is such a dominating figure

I see no black and white
Yet mind rushes to fight
Heart restrains and silently beat
I whisper “Hello when shall we meet”?