Always In Hurry Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nice poem with rhythm
But with sex orientation in turn
It is natural feeling at some point
Many would love to faint

One this is sure
We are pretty assured
That woman is just toy
We make forceful ploy

She is in love
And believes
Completely what you say
She surrenders in any way

You are turning wild
Like animal to pounce upon and ride
It can be called perfect act
But how do we react?

I shall not be able to explain
Some points still remain
Unanswered with no cause of worry
Still we are always in hurry