Takes Directly Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Takes directly

I stare
But fail to dare
I try to touch
But can't reach

It is such stage
That comes of an age
It looks mysterious
But makes me no jealous

I open the pages of past
Try to view one by one and very fast
I wonder about my action
Gently speak in favor with no reaction

Why did I fail in each attempt?
I shall not prompt
Any answer
But smilingly shiver

It bursts me into happiness
With reddishness on face
I don't know what reminds me often
But it takes me directly to living heaven