Discard The Same Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I want to show you
Typical way and through
Some unknown secrets
That I must let

I will not say a word
And look forward
I shall keep silence
In your presence

I shall watch your steps
But only tap
Your back
That shall feel touch but not crack

I am your face
And you will trace
What is needed in love?
To believe

I wish no more sad days
But nice time with happy ways
That shall make our union strong
With grace from God to go no wrong

I never observed race and color
It was really shame and dishonor
I shall discard he same
And never shall clam