Only Poetry Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Yes it is like beautiful scenery
When you make entry
In my memory garden
To make it like heaven

What do I do in your presence?
I take chance
To look at you
In eyes to pass through

You are blinking
And allows me enough of thinking
I try to catch your words
But fail to look onward

You are tapping my shoulder
I come back in order
I is real mesmerism
I feel is charm

Even though we are in league
You seem to hug me
Instill some new thoughts
And disappear before being caught

I look at open window
That allowed you to go
I find your disappearance so bad
As I feel it will leave me misled