With Status Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With status

I turn my back very often
When feel that night is turning barren
Not allowing peaceful sleep
And forces it to keep miles away

Why does it happen?
As often I put it on paper with pen
Inscribe the mental position
And make it beautiful without any question

Love has made me little cautious
Even he is very famous
Known all over with status
He has spent so much time for welfare in campus

This makes me to feel with him
Work for him as beam
And guide like sun's light
And make him always to delight

I seek him more than he seeks me
As he has sun's nucleus
I move around like an earth
And take always heavy breathe