Far End Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I found
Grazing ground
To venture
And make sure

It was similar wish
To finish
The love and lust
As we both had trust

I caught words
Simply spoken onward
Those were sweeter than sweet
I had only reason to meet

Her eyes were firing balls
Giving intimate call
I just was sinking deep
She was smilingly going down to sleep

I saw no world above
Or ground below
It might have met in far end
We were just dreaming in dead end