Fly In Air Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Fly in air

She was never
However
I felt for her
To be with forever

That crooked smile
I felt for style
She might be joking
I felt but did not go for poking

She looks gorgeous
And seems famous
With her work
But with words! I am not sure

But everybody is independent
And present
Their way of thinking
Which shall send you sometimes sinking?

But smile can't be fake
I must apply brake
Thoughts should be stopped
Heart bottle should be capped

But what is this?
Why do I miss?
No, no, this is unfair
She has right to fly in air