She Will Not Allow Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She will not allow me to speak
Force to keep mum and make weak
Not mentally but otherwise very strong
She is quiet different and never goes wrong

Why I fall for her in recent days?
It is quite ambiguous and not right anyway
What she has in her like specialty?
I think she has top most genuine quality

It is not easy to penetrate her heart
Probably she has camouflaged it with art
This is one of the rarest ever known
She has every right to disclose or own

She thinks of entire world and tries to settle
She may be boiling like water in kettle
There is only evaporation and forms cloud
She puts finger and utters with no sound

I catch you in every signal
They arrive at regular interval
I try to decode but fail to read
May be, it requires talented head

But whenever decide to speak
It may travel strongly and not weak
I shall catch it and form the opinion
What else can do one very good companion?

Well, less said is better and for the good
She has maintained and firmly stood
On her own feet and ready to greet
I shall look for her to meet

I do not know who will speak first?
I am unaware of the exact test
But I am for sure she will start
As she needs to open the heart

Let it not go unnoticed
So many things are promised
Time may not allow for it to revise
We both have to prepare for it and rise