Yet To Feel Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am yet to feel exactness
That sweet smile on face
I may be failed in finding source
But not difficult of course

I would love to be sweet sixteen
And go back to the stage of teen
It may be in astonishing nature
Without knowing about the bright future

I reassured her to be frank
That is how one may like to think
Else there remains no purpose
As many things are left to suppose

I want one good character
That plays part of sincere actor
I won’t mind if made not equal
As writing may go well on wall

There is no other way to feel honestly
Until one comes forward and yield instantly
I would love to seize opportunity
May be it is the wish from almighty

She may prefer baby walk
As I make bid to woe and talk
She may need time to adjust
And follow with complete trust

I am burning with desire
There is lot more to admire
There has to be complete synchronization
Else there won’t any meaning of relation

I go down with her wishes
As she tries to cry and finish
I watch her grim face
She is with me in any case

She must confide
And positively decide
I shall standby by her in any event
As this is golden moment

I give her time to stand
Stand fast and mend
If any doubt persists
I shall only insist