Nothing On Fire Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was dreaming high
With each scene I was flying
It was taking me o an island
Where I could feel with lovely end

I was heard whispering
And offering
Intimate words
For looking onward

If you say “yes”
I will kiss
If you say no
I will miss

I made it known
It was feeling of my own
No one so far has involved
Only from my side, I have loved

I am no love bird
But weave good words
Form rainbow of different colors
But the game is not played for

I must assure
To her
About my earnest desire
I shall put nothing on fire