Sort Of Infatuation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I came back fast on net
I never wanted her to go or let
It was some sort of infatuation
But was not sure of real relation

It is gradual process in any development
But turns on to alter as happy moment
How one feels about other!
Dreams about to come true and bother

In young age you may term it as natural
Like spring it is welcome and comes as usual
But what about love in later stage of autumn?
When one thinks about beautiful flowers in garden

Oh! Is it called love of real nature?
I repeatedly asked self but was not sure
It created ripples and I turned cold
What would they term it in this selfish world?

I wrote about end of the road
When one is suddenly facing load
Love of young woman in life and its impact
Oh! God it is tremendous courage and powerful act

I think again and again
She is my mate and new concern
Life has made simple 'u' turn
I wan to come back to her in return

She has thought of my fading star
I shall soon be leaving very far
As destiny has narrow and wide angle
Soon it may create for her a trouble

I may dream about her till end
If not as permanent but special friend
That keeps my vigor and strength
In tact and prepares to go to any length

I now want to love and live more
She has given hope to explore
New horizons and new vast land
Where she and I can walk hand in hand

Fear grips me all of sudden
She has cared for me even
I now offer her complete faith
Till I breathe last at the time of death

The spirit inside weakens me
Allows me to come out of cage and feel free
It is same place and shade underneath the tree
Where I had dreamed about her as honeybee
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How do I dare to tell about secret?
Life has only few moments to set
It may take few more years
No one may believe even my own ears

I shall still be high in sky
Twinkling as star but feeling very much shy
What did I give her in return to her for life support?
I have no answer for it or to report