Tell Me Clear Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She stared at me in surprise
I was about to go near and rise
But she was totally amusing
I just looked at her and thought of refusing

“Am I flirting her” tell me clear
She wanted it from me to hear
Though she probably shook in disbelief
I did not want to give her relief

“Are you using sweet words to woo me”?
I thought she was feeling encircled and not free
I was in prima phase to appreciate her contribution
She was burdened with her research work in the institution

She may be right in her assertion with alertness
Yet the burden should not over shadow her fineness
She is fine and precious gem in her own class
I always caved in and gave her fine pass

“You are not ordinary but class in yourself”
“No one should come to know about the treasure lying in shelf”
“One must realize what is in hidden the belly of deer”
“There should not be desperate run in search with fear”

I said nothing to her reservation and out burst
She must have her own thinking and is really must
I must acknowledge her talent in all the way
She may be right in her own right to stay or go away