Turn Into Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

From childhood
When we lived In neighborhood
I was drawn towards her
She always smiled but did not offer proposal

I was passionately looking all the times
She was unconcerned and careless
Sometimes I felt agitated
But controlled and rested

We were slowly stepping in youth
The feeling was on both side to feel breathe
I may peep through hole
And try to call

I was lover of poet’s imagination
Holy bird with simple relation
She was knocking day and night
Even though I felt it simply right

I wish it to turn into reality
As it may be wish of Almighty too
But my fancy had free access
Whenever saw her with smile on face