Still Not Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Still not

I did not go for reasons behind
But thought to find
The exactness
And cruelty behind face

Was I no beautiful girl?
Who tried to turn?
With her little desire
To have nothing on fire

How was he begging for hand?
"So beautiful you are" were the words at the end
I used to fly in air
And never though he shall be unfair

How could I not dream for real?
Now I feel
It was young girl's world
So many things were not told

I look back and analyze
As it was enough to seize
My attention for good
But so many things were still not understood