Live Relation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Live relation

"Sheila, sheik" I was screaming
Very fine night and I was dreaming
Her hands were in my curly hairs
Moving here and there

Are you same? I asked
I gave bite on finger and stared
Yes, I could not catch her
But felt she was near

We were together
Fell for each other
She was best of best
But she left me for rest of time

I miss her from heart
She was real from flower art
Crimson in color with shining face
She was my ultimate chase

She ignites my passion
As if with live relation
She loves me in same way
When she had sent me away