Flap Over It Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

WE turn wild
When find
No favorable answer
From lover

It is puzzling
And not fulfilling
The way it should have been done
The wind is simply blown

In love, one is already blind
This natural and pure one in its own kind
One neglects what has been said in silence
But insists still physical presence

People understand less
And face
Later on many consequences
With receding chances

You are desperately driven
To the corner even
With no possibility to return
As promised for earthly heaven

So listen what is said
And think about what is not said
It shall help to bridge gap
Then put a success flap over it