Unsaid Condition Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Unsaid condition

I could speak nothing
Except to look at and smiling
You were deep inside
So it was not difficult to decide

We waited for final word
And blessings from lord
It was to be firm decision
With precision

I could see through eyes
When tried
To find an answer
It was becoming now clear

We had one desire
To be near and dear
The heart was missing beats
But we went for only to greet

Life shall smile again
With our guns trained
On holy and sacred relation
That was only unsaid condition