Must Concede Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have entered sensational age
Quiet amusing and unable to manage
Why do I feel so many changes?
Love feelings to be inscribed on pages

I have somebody in mind
I love to watch her and find
I am of little shy nature
She is firm, bold and very much sure

I watched her staring me
Unusual but delighting under tree
What do I speak to her?
Few words of thanks and leaning on shoulder

I have yet to fall in her line
It makes me to shiver instead of feeling fine
She has test for morning breeze
This all makes me to freeze

I feel being special object
Yet I am not ready for any such act
It makes me to feel sick
Before making position clear and simply stick

I feel like throwing all chains
Go close and firmly remain
In her control and say nothing
As life stands for all joy and something

It must be decided at once
As life may not offer second chance
If she feels elated that way
I must concede and certainly stay