Desprately Want Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Desprately Want

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How does it matter and where does it land?
An honest voice is always heard from dear friend
It is the tune. Melody and fortune
How does it matter whether in tune or out of tune

Real pulses are always realized and felt
Fragrance is from far even smelt
Making head to shake in awareness
To think of making one in fineness

Someone may clumsy and black
That may not really speak
Heart may long even with body language
How to think otherwise and guess?

Love has no bound or language
Neither it is restricted nor disallowed with age
How fine imprint can be made on page?
Love should excel and not burn with rage

Your legs shake and voice fumble
When you see her and crumble
Who will know the real feeling and desire?
What else is left now to admire

It may not give peace at all
Her voice may ring and always give call
I may sink with long inhale and breath
Will she stay up to end or death?

I need to decode those signals
To feel its strength upon arrivals
I am sure it will not fail
I got to wait for it to avail

Will you hear me a sing?
A song that may ease the life and bring
A heavy shower to roots of plant
To come up the tree I desperately want

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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