Beautifully Stretched Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She was beautifully stretched
As if rose’s leaves were searched
Scattered all over with know fragrance
I saw her carefully slept by chance

Night has its own charm
Invites you for doing no harm
It is pure and accidental
As rose is opened with petals

Where from bees may come?
Not at all at night time and welcome
She may be wanting special attention
With full honor and retention

I could find her
See deep with thoughts to bother
I wanted to venture with flowers in hand
Just to comfort and befriend

She whispered under magic spell
I thought everything was going well
She meant what was said under impression
I was eager to see her with obsession

“Oh no, Oh no, leave me alone”
I am nature’s child to be single one
“Never spoil my beauty or and touch”
I was taken back as such

“Very sad night” I felt remorse
There was no magical force
I was drawn at pure invitation
That turned out to be oasis imagination