Sweetripples Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Sweetripples
What do I care?
And secretly dare
For unknown bond
To which I am fond
I know about pull
That makes me lull
I go down with shiver
As if having fever
It creates sweet ripples
Heart beat doubles
Eyes search in all direction
Wait for someone's action
I want someone else
To make me tense
With eagerness
And cheers on face
I will have it
When greet
With loving gesture
For good future
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What do I care? And secretly dare