Not Fooling Around Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was not fooling around
He was my goal and ultimate found
How many nights I had stared at sky?
Asked many questions to ask why?

Little wind also reminded me of his presence
He had not cared to look at me even at once
Yet it had terrible effect in my sub conscience
I waned to speak to none and disclose hence

His eyes probed me very deep and inside
Those pulses were very difficult to hide
It used to create ripples and rush the blood
The face was getting red without nourishment in food

All true lovers may be facing same plight
Internal thoughts may be making them to fight
Who may have the time to think about wrong or right?
I had full faith in my feelings and had no deviation even slight

Each when he passed near by
I couldn’t attempt or even try
Eyes lid couldn’t be lifted for little glimpse
The words were heard little by chance

I wouldn’t give up so easily
As I had imagined to be with him happily
He was my ultimate soul and destiny
A desire and blessings wanted from the almighty

I used to peep through iron window
That may give me little access or allow
He may dare to raise his bright face
Blood may move fast and rush in any case

He has troubled silently in nights
He is almost there in my eyes and sight
Not a single moment passes without his thought
I have never faced such changes but desired to be brought

Any beautiful girl may want his company
I know he may be desired by many
Yet I am sure of capturing him by all means
It will not be considered less than Napoleon’s battle win

I don’t know much about love philosophy
But to win in parts may be taken as receiving trophy
It is certainly a positive move to score over beauty
Where no one is hurt while performing noble duty