I Miss More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I miss your caliber as you are protective
Straight on point and very much subjective
You are fully with me as an integrated approach
I miss you not as an individual but special person as such

You are not letting me to invade
Have direct dealing as if in trade
You are bold and beautiful
So much brilliant, intelligent and resourceful

When I dream about you and try
You just run away and fly
I try to make more attempts
But you are so quick and prompt

No doubt you are female
Deserve to be loved by male
Yet you stand different from others
Nice to feel and rest on the shoulders

We live in love that is distinctly apart
Yet I dream and feel very much part
You are as dear as anybody else
Rest everything seems unreal and false

I came across and ran into Kind Ocean
You were in vessel like beautiful queen
It was first at sight encounter
I was down in life as failed hunter

You took my hand as savior
To carry through life waves as minor
I just followed and sank in your charm
I was all along path fearing no harm

It is care that counts more
Not body love or words to adore
It is inner pull or push
Where we make desperate bid or rush

I understand how can that be so decisive?
To shape the life which is not indicative?
We may simply serve as balancing factor
Who knows about real villain or actor?