Hidden Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Heart longs
But proves me wrong
Thousands of ideas flock
I am running out of stock

It is hidden love
And I believe
That makes me strong
To stay with her all along

Spring
Certainly brings
Something to come fore
I try sincerely and explore

I put on heater
But it is severe winter
I get no warmth
And in turn lose strength

She remains throughout in mind
In every space I find
Her beautiful smiling face
I am very much in race