My Choice Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was my choice to call him personally
I did not like the idea of conveying it orally
Still it was ideal to hold meeting at place
Where no come could spot us and trace

I was serious with my proposal
I did not expect it quick disposal
It was to be discussed at length
We had same feeling with relative strength

Neither the entertainment was to be included
Nor the contentment was to be excluded
It was all there available for asking
It was the only trust we were banking

I knew he will not misinterpret my invitation
Though it may send some kind of elation
He was not such person to be excited at
He will weigh the pro and cons to wait

I was always thrilled to meet him and feel fine
Though the relation can be termed as clandestine
I used to feel intoxication with his company
Even though this may not be the experience with many

I dared not to have affairs with anybody
He was special to me and not somebody
He excelled in all the aspects to prove
I had to say yes and could not disprove

I had deliberately chosen the place
As I was very much in serious race
It was concerning to me as person
I had some worries with valid reasons

I had dreamed of him in many ways
I wanted him to be closer and not away
It was dream come true as we were alone
I was the beneficiary as only one

As he entered the place, it was awesome feeling
I was losing control and reeling
I feared he may object and offer some bad words
I still held firm with looking straight and forward


I was sailing in beautiful boat
I was feeling it with sugar coat
It was giving me all kind of pleasure
I had full faith in him and was very much sure

The life would be totally incomplete
If he was to remove me or delete
From his favorable list and position
I feared for it and thought it as worst composition

I saw him smile and regained the confidence
I need not put up brave front with pretence
He would prefer out right presentation
This would prove only good reason for my exaltation

I could offer no words as he neared me
I was speechless and did not feel free
He did not give any chance to speak
I was dreaming day as night and felt so weak