Spell Bound Magic Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was put on fire
The moment you left to admire
Taken me to task and she peeped into eyes
I lost the firm ground when she really tried

This was not at all new
As I had little idea about it and knew
I had no time to look at her
But this gesture on her part made me to bother

Was it clear attempt or trial to woo?
But whatever the case may be, it was true?
I started to have soft feeling
As she had shown inclination and was willing

She was preferring to be my woman
I was taken by surprise as his man
She might have thought it number of times
But it never crossed my mind at any time

I was sweating under cool moon
As if standing under the hot sun of noon
May be it was first experience to have come across
But any how it was somebody's gain and somebody's loss

'What are you thinking dear' she gently uttered
She was firm in her stand and offered
All that she tried to make me understand
Beginning of new relation and end as friend

As it generally happens in everybody's life
She was entering life as an ideal wife
I too had cherished the dream of having her
But had no courage to admit and offer

I took it as natural invitation
It was aimed at building new relation
I concurred and conceded to her desire
As it was now my turn for her to admire

It is like magnetic pull
Passion runs high and becomes full
The beginning is very dramatic
As eyes do all wonders with spell bound magic