Not Pull Further Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is pure presence
That speaks of essence
Love being at the center
And something more to offer

Not so difficult
As the bride has to be built
To walk over
And find shelter

I always find it
Lively to greet
When someone is just before eyes
And leaves no stone to try

I dream of such company
As yet not taken with anybody
But may be offer of juice or coffee
That shall make her to be free

I find her so much reserved
As personally I have observed
Hopefully she is at clash with her intelligence
I may be proving poor in her presence

It makes me happy, no doubt
But what do we talk about?
She may not pull any further
As I talk with her and gather