Breeze On Face Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I tried to catch blowing wind
Only to find wetness of some kind
Some helplessness stage to feel internally
Some of the worry lines running externally

It is stage of anxiety with uncertainty
Some of the mysterious stages put by almighty
More we try to solve and think
Deeper we slide in and sink

I feel touch of cool breeze on the face
But she is no where near with any of the trace
I feel she is some where around
Nature to deceive me on the beautiful ground

Fragrance is spreading across the layer
I am the only one in vicinity as player
I think of her and sink in the deep thoughts
With nothing new in mind to be brought

God has done this only as right thing
Even cruel animal can be controlled in the ring
Human being has always remained love hungry
In absence of it life becomes dull and solitary

Dreams to some extent come to the rescue
You float with lots of happiness with over views
You feel and see the self as mightier man of the universe
Only to be let down in morning with tease or curse

It is not at all failure but separation
That makes you suspicious of relation
You want her to be adored in your arm
Seek the love and feel the immense charm

It is simple way of expression
Sometimes to suffer under the aegis of obsession
Ups and down take pulse away from controlled rhythm
To seek the company without wasting a moment or time

Never miss a nature even if it is man made
It is closeness of bond and not a trade
You may be puzzled but not written off
Love is knocking the door to make you laugh