A Very True Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is you
And very true
The seed is sown
Now openly admit it and own

It is not the trick
It is no gimmick either
You are there at the center
You have made it and entered

The heart may beat
When we meet
You shall try to free the way
Don’t be lost and run away

I shall catch you in real glimpse
You are there and nothing else
Try to love in real world
Do not develop shiver and cold

I never lost nerve at first sight
I think my choice is very right
You were the center for attraction
I think something more needed as action

How shall I express it words?
Should I take as sign for going forward?
Will that materialize in coming days?
I dream of nice golden days

You have done it once again
Clouds are over cast and may rain
It may crunch the thrust for ever
Shall we unit and remain forever?

Say it again and again
Whisper in ears and refrain
From any exposure that might speak
And make it known to others and leak

I had waited long for some one to show
A real love and affection to flow
I had little fascination to go along
It was to prove right and not wrong

Is it not natural to dream for life partner?
To look around and search as beginner
I was going to prove as lover and not the sinner
The chance seemed bright and not the thinner

I shall dream of building a very good nest
We may only remain there for the rest
It is not the only imagination to hope for best
It is going to be real and not imaginative test


Is it not natural to dream for life partner?
To look around and search as beginner
I was going to prove as lover and not the sinner
The chance seemed bright and not the thinner

I shall dream of building a very good nest
We may only remain there for the rest
It is not the only imagination to hope for best
It is going to be real and not imaginative test



It is always lovely to be with right choice
To be enjoyed without much ado and noise
It is not the medium to be given public exposure
The life is certainly going to be beautiful for sure

Love to live and enjoy
It is definitely a joy
Still more lay open before
It is to be thought therefore