Too Childish And Naive Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wished I had chance to see its palpitation
Observe the curves rising and falling in relation
I know it may reveal strange and spring surprises
Yet I want to know how much it can withstand promises

It has happened several times but brought down
Internally I felt it clear and was known
I may not be exactly able tell precisely
As no one does it of one’s own wisely

I stood before mirror and saw its movement
Many poets have described it as main epic centre movement
All true feeling generate here and go to extreme end
Caught on way by all but differently as by foe or friend

What makes it to send tears in the eyes?
What drives it to raise the questions with why?
I saw nothing special as to narrate
But it was there for me to relate

I feel cool breeze but can’t see
Get enough of peace and feeling under tree
These all come as mark of true emanation
Heart takes care of all those questions

What I wish to show to world?
That I have surrendered to her and gone to fold
Will that be wise enough to speak and reveal?
How can heart help me to keep it secret and conceal?

I have different world to live
It is not make or believe
I want to go deep and prefer to dive
But I am too childish and naive