Dream And Infatuation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dream and infatuation

It was horrified tale
I turned pale
It was speaking truth
I almost lost breathe

It was speaking about my wicked design
I had employed it when carrier had actually not even begun
I had developed infatuation towards girl
But she had not expressed to me as person

I may watcher from distance
Dream to avail chance
But luck would have it
She got married and place was left

Such things emerge
On mind screen at alter age
It troubles sometimes
When it really tells

I sit in one corner of house
Watch it calmly and bear no grouse
It happened for good
Now I feel about it and meaning of it is rightly understood