The Young Age Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Why did it create magic?
What was so fantastic?
I could not take eyes off
You were with friends indulging in laugh

How can one individual be so attractive?
How do we look at object so selective?
I had no ideas but knew it was special
She was point of attraction on arrival

The young age is of peculiar nature
There is haste in each venture
The quick steps are taken without anticipation
Lots eye brows are raised over the foolish action

She was certainly carved out figure
From white stone with smile of lovely nature
I was standing motionless
With surprise element on face

It occurred to my mind
That God might have chosen spare time
To give beautiful shape and add the beauty
I was almost sunk in thought but thanked almighty

Something struck me dearly” Pairs are made in heave”
We may be crazy and desire driven
Yet something unforeseen happens
Relation is developed all of sudden