I Do Not Know Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why I breathe fast?
Why I dream till last?
Why nights become so long?
I am unable to think it as wrong

She remains very long
In memory with song
I hear her gentle voice
As if giving me fresh promises

I have desire
With full admiration
She has something more to say
I eagerly wait for her to come and stay

I can catch her pulses
It makes me to miss
Float in her ideas and sink
I have lost sense to think

Oh lord, what is happening?
Why I feel it is simple evening
Day comes with new awakening
But nights start darkening

I try to understand
For her point of view and stand
As true lover for all times to come
As pure as ever to welcome

I know it will work as pus-pull
But I am acting as fool
Not giving her enough time to adjust
Some confidence building is must

I will know her more
When she comes near
Without any fear to accept
I shall appreciate her concept