Real Lover On Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Real lover

Yet I feel
And try to steal
At any cost
With utmost desire

You never showed inclination
To go in for relation
Or showed some inkling
That you are willing

I stayed as dry as desert
And could not insert
Any kind of place
On the face

Even though I did not leave effort
It was something short of
Internal feelings with touch
I had Ideas of no such importance

It does matter
When you go in for the search of partner
It is such a sentimental error
That you fail as real lover