In Strange Land Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

How long will you remain in strange land?
People call it illusory, foreign and dreamland
I am unaware of this slippery world
Develop fear now with feet turning cold

I am unable to make out what you can just be?
Lovely, good looking, white in color or black tree
Lovely moon face or glittering shine on cheeks
I am confused now how to ask for and seek

Beautiful things with apparent show has always fascinated
If I am drawn towards then it must not be co-related
As I am normal human being with all worldly desires
If I seek, what has been just pulsating, must be admired

Oh, those diamond jewelleries on beautiful ears
Necklace on neck with all pomp and show without fears
Simple and elegant walk just to pull a man in charmer’s net
I think all works as magic play simply stare and bet

Female as whole is considered as divine form
We must be conscious of it and remain well informed
At every stage that role is magnificently changed
As an actor we play different roles as orchestrated and managed

At some stage we loose some of our common sense
When she has been seen as beautiful object with nonsense?
Whole concept of glamorization appears before eyes
We go deep into bottom and then all such fancy flies

Most memorable aspect of female is her beautiful face
Then good smile and well intentioned move to invite in race
If those things are coupled with little show off and smart move
There remains nothing to be worth trying to prove

Sometimes I shifted to her face and then to her temperament
She was elegant, beautiful and made smart movement
All these things made me restless and pushed to deep thinking
The stage had nearly come where I was about to go down with sinking

Well, this is nice stage where beautiful heart pulsates
So many faces come on screen, compare and equate
Force him to focus on certain dominant features and compel
Dream of beautiful company and expect it to go well