Safe Vault Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was driven
In a plane
That had no propeller
But really speedier

It gave boost
To shoot
The fancy imagination
With colorful relation

I had surrendered to her blue eyes
But never tried
To know
Where we intended to go?

"To my safe vault"
Heavily guarded and built
To protect you from being hijacked
Or taken away and staked

I was sinking deep
With her intense peep
Into my eyes for question
I was going still down with excitation

This is delicate stage
That sees no age
Autumn or spring has no meaning
When hearts are out for winning