Real Win Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Real win

No one could judge
But I did not budge
It was not "give and take"
But forgive and fore sake

You as for cool nights
Whereas I am for bright light
The sun makes my eyes to close
But I have preferred and chosen

I saw in you grown up woman
Always paying regard to human
If need be, giving love to right man
But taking no credit for being simple one

Only bee knows which flower is to be chosen
Where to sit and chose for fragrance even
I have tested divine honey
That shall remain with me throughout the journey

My feet crumble and wings refuse
To go away for a moment to take refuge
On another beautiful flower
Possibly it is love that has grown faster

Flower need not feel
What is real?
But the world knows about leaning
That is a real victory over waning