It Is Deep Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is deep love
For lovely child you have
Day and night she is in mind
Desperate bid but could not find

It makes to worry and cry
Thousands of questions asking me why
I earnestly set them aside and try
They come with vigorous attempts and fly

I was intoxicated enough to remain under spell
It did not work and went so well
I suffered a lot but could not tell
The idea was not worth even to sell

The smile has gone away in desert
No flowers, no fragrance, no stage and no concert
I am depressed and feel no pulse
Many ideas try to kill but I vehemently repulse

Is that my intense love for lovely child?
Does that drive me restless and make blind?
I ache with severe pain and strike the head
I fear that without her I shall be declared dead

She is not near but I feel her close
I feel her presence and make no chase
She has made permanent stay and base
Smile comes back again on gloomy face