Our Anxiety Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Our anxiety

It was desire
For words to hear
From her mouth
With full faith

It mattered more
As I adored
But knew nothing from that side
I remained undecided

So whenever I saw
The attention was drawn
And demanded immediate reaction
I was ready for relation

But it needed restraint
Little patient
And above all some understanding
That had to go unending

I gave broad smile
To listen some words meanwhile
Even though it did not reach
I could feel each

Her eyes were of immense pull
I was always drawn in full
She may take me in her arms
To keep me all the time warm

Such was our anxiety
And we were ready
To become one
And make it known