Dramatic Turn Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I used to stare at her
Dream and try to be near
She too used to smile
As if was prepared to walk for a mile

Yes many ideas crop up in mind
They look so heavenly and kind
Even though there may no ground
Yet it is suitably rested and found

Any young man may have rosy dreams
May always want beautiful companion in arms
That is one of the finest moments to enjoy
Love seems to be the only means for joy

It was some what delicate situation
With no more worries for continuation
It was two way traffic and recognized
She too was dreaming same as obliged

I will put comb in hair
Show some childish style in air
She may simply smile to my act
She had no such reason to feel offended or react

For many years later I smiled on my action
It was really young man’s desire with elation
It was immaterial whether I got the same girl
But certainly it made dramatic turn