Her Real Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I praise her beauty
As she is very much smiley
She sands super among millions
Best ever as my companion

I used to ask her
About secret colors in feather
She will burst in open
I shall straight away feel presence in heaven

"No I am not your inspiration"
She is afraid of even sacred relation
Even though she remains angry at slight love talk
She may lose head and start to walk

I am her real eye catcher
I openly said as stage actor
"Are you listening my true love"?
She will hesitantly withdraw and refuse to believe

"What shall I do to convince" I will start teasing
"Not at all, I am lest with chance" with anger she shall be releasing
I will not pursue more and go slow
She will then go away as winds blow