My Cheeks Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My cheeks

Show me the place
Where I face not
Same dilemma and confusion
Of finding you in delicate relation

Birds remind
And so does wind
The gentle air touches my cheeks
And sometimes stick

I find you nowhere
And develop fear
But you are near
I simple whisper

Come, come o, dear
Or else tear
May rush on my beautiful face
People may think about it otherwise

I find flowers beautiful
But do not appeal
I go down with lot more concern
But you never turn

Just say few words
As if blessed by lord
Assure me that you shall stand by
And fly me away