Real Sight Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No stage is opportune
To the tune
Of melody and love
If one sincerely believe

Teenage
Is best to page
About love’s feeling
And scaling

The affection I not for sex or lust
It is real trust
Developed during closeness
And attachment out of frankness

It makes them to develop
Liking for each other and elope
Dream for each others
And innocently offer

Many teenagers fall
To the vicious circle’s call
Surrender to cast and creed
And above all elder’s greed

They never run after
But seek shelter
From a childhood friend
Till the end

Teenagers
Offer
Real sight of love
And believe