Clock Back Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is very hard put clock back
When enough water has flown and so much is at stake
You were always fascinating and much of interest
Not to think of anything but how to utilize it best

I have flown to and fro number of times
Touched your cheeks and came back many times
It was all dreamy affair and gave me immense pleasure
Something not felt this before but as if of precious treasure

"I can be your friend provided you assure" these words still ring
Like beautiful melody heard in early morning from cuckoo when she sings
You were so scared to admit new friends when I requested
It was first encounter that flowed form net friend and tested

It was never looking since then as still continued
Each time the sentiment is felt and frequently renewed
We had close link in mind that built good relation
Even that reached to the extent of cementing with indication

You were forcible in putting seal over it for common good
As we were striving hard for some nutrition or food
It was no doubt moral support and feeling for each other
You were no where to be seen around or very much near

You are back again with many ups and down in life
It has made you litter bitter about the name of wife
You were in real term "Pakizzah"* or sacred in name
The irony of fate really had destined to pass the blame

It still rings in my ears like bell to remand so many things
I was fed to believe about poetry or like something
You were born poetess that injected many themes
I flew in dreamy world with "What is there in names"

You have stood your ground well and nourished
In your world with feet on ground and flourished
I feel each pulse of your breathe when hold the hand
You are felt as if of close one even more than a special friend

It is still a deep feeling and set in motion an thought
It needs not be explained, hardly to be mentioned or fought
I feel it is desire on both the ends to see each other and unite
The deep feeling still burns inside and sometimes fuel to ignite