Jenny, My Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She used to be always there waiting
She did not want audience or dating
Yet she desired me and wanted me very near
She could not confess it out of fear

It is generation gap and she is progressive
She is very shy but bold and assertive
Not a single topic is untouched by her
She has repeatedly uttered it here

I confessed of having some attachment
She would not say anything and offer comment
I had left it entirely to her conscience
She was free to express from now hence

“Why don’t you visit my country and see your self”
Full of landscapes, beautiful mountains lovely beaches and shelf
I was dreaming about it and going down
She was spell bound and made it known

She smiled and offered me safe refuge
I had all along wished and could not refuse
She had poor back ground hence little hesitated
I was thrilled with whatever was told and related

Have you ever experienced love with age difference?
What can be learnt out of it with right inference?
Is it matter of shame or to be proudly claimed?
I felt it was not shame and not to be maimed

It might have little sex angle but not wholly
She understood the danger and spoke fully
It is neither her intent nor desire
She was there for me and wished only to admire

I had made myself little known
She felt me exclusively of her own
Love can not be one sided or false show
It had to be mushroomed and grow

I preferred not to look back and accept
Whatever she proposed with promises to be kept
We weighted pro and cons so later on not to be wept
After so many years of sultry isolation I enjoyed it and slept


What did she understand about the meaning of life?
Was it not hostile and dangerous to be on edge of knife?
What did she expect to be borne out of it as new comer?
Was she prepared to be bathed in hot sun and at the peak of summer?

Everything seemed irrelevant to her mind
She had eternal joy and fulfillment to find
I was to prove a crucial factor in coming days
It was her choice and go ahead with challenging days

I never found her sobbing or regretting
She was making her view known and letting
She was prepared what she termed it as real
There was no point in hiding for putting seal