Miss O Miss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I don’t how I started
But I took pen in hand and stated
What was really in mind?
Something like beautiful rose or beautiful woman in special kind

So I penned “Miss I miss you”
Wrote several times and went through
Each sentence gave me special kind of feeling
I was opening up and freely feeling

The rose was less appealing
I wanted beautiful woman standing by and smiling
I looked at several pictures
But was not very much sure

I was maturing enough
To have smile and loud laugh
The single thought was drawing me close
I was ready to give any pose

“The woman of my dream” I wrote
She should have silver lines like moon
She must give me enough of comfort
Hold my hand and take me to distant land

I felt no puzzle
We were feeling as one
I had some liking for her
She always tried to smile at and come closer