I Could Wink No More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I could wink no more
Endless wait and more to explore
She may rush to see me
Make me feel easy and free

Things are not happening my way
She has willingly gone away
To search new poems for world
Here I shiver with fear and feel cold

Natural poets need no seclusion
The idea comes out amidst confusion
Heart cries out with pain and agony
Here comes out poem naturally

She has her own style to project
Catch fancy ideas and inject
Into fine piece from the trajectory
To flow with plot without feeling sorry

She lacks good punch
Sometimes misses out her complete lunch
When she is with me and around
Her presence is no where to be found

She may not respond to my query
Look at sky, get some answer and feel merry
She whispers sometimes' you have elegant style'
I shall catch your glimpse and write meanwhile

She is extraordinary and has beautiful face
I look at her secretly and participate in race
I get inspiration from her endless search
I paint those ideas in my poem before she finally reaches

Alas! She could take me along
I know her well and never gone wrong
But she trusts me only in day to day affair
Poetry is her exclusive domain and to some extent she is fair

I will bring her to some sense by pinching
She may feel offended as if I was clinching
Her ideas and plots very much needed
I express sorry and regret and shake head as point conceded

Does any one think that two people should not be of same quality?
Working in same field with equal zeal and capability?
I feel it as unnecessary reference and slip away
She has her own style and elegant way

She will speak with me for endless hours
Make fine gesture with sweet words while on tour
I shall fail to smile but understand her personality
She is there to stay in my life as wife and strength of morality