Little Tease Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Almost long three decades
Memory still invades in space
I welcome what took place then
It is happy wheel that spins on

I was young and fresh cadet
The army life was fully set
The red cheeks were attraction
Any girl will be tempted to ask for relation

Yes, so lean and thin body
But face shined and body trimmed
Eyes reflected and saw always though
I was desirous of something and that was true

It used to be on yearly vacation
I tried to build the relation
She may come like wind and disappear
I was never given a chance to come near

Hand signs only worked
Many times we used to sit together and joked
She will not speak a word and keep silent
Her body was present but mind really remained absent

So sacred attempt yet no result
The bond was developed and remained inbuilt
After many years still that memory hunts
I feel little tease and bear the burnt