In Crimson Red Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

you are in crimson red
as if blossom is out to lead
you should be definitely missing me
to meet and express love under beautiful tree

I can see the curly hair on your head
raise their carveture with airas threads
i too wish to come near to you
too much beauty pride can't take you through

i shall agree to all your terms
which has kept me at bay from others with concerns
i am different from others
i shall say yes to yes and no to no for whatever you utter

Neither I can see the rose to disappear
nor to fade away in future
it is open to her for taking me into consideration
otherwise who can stop me from dreaming in relation

neitehr i have forgotten nor tried to disregard
we may leave this world as it is if not look forward
let time be with us or not
Only you be with me and suddently not caught