A Rush To Find Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I rushed to see here there
My eyes were in search of her and very eager
She was not to be seen anywhere
I thought very badly of her

She must have made presence
Why did she not appear once?
It was her call for something
II could think of nothing

It was never ending wait
I was getting late
I never used to hate
I may not be able to think or state

It is anxiety that rules the mind
You are not in position to find
It can be deliberate attempt to make you fool
You got to accept it very cool

There might be compelling situation
Her sincerity was not in doubt and out of question
The things can move in either direction
I loved her so much for the delay in action

I looked in different direction to retrace the steps
I did not consider it insult or slap
We are all slaves of the circumstances
You can quote many such instances

How will you know the deep impact?
It may make you angry or force you to react
It is natural outburst and likely to follow
Don’t curse but simply allow

Love the love as much as of your self
The anger may go off or melt
The loneliness may definitely be felt
The fragrance of love is surely smelt

Take it lightly even if they occur
There is no point in even slight murmur
I is part of life and may take place
It is nice to wait in game or race