An Act Of Guilt Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

An act of guilt

Her head was on my shoulder
She slowly whispeeered
I could grasp what she meant
But I was under smell to be melt

I thought to preserve
And observe
Without making physical touch
My love was as deep as such

Her eyes only widened
Eye brows broadened
It took me in with pull
I looked so much fool

No, no but how to keep
Her charm so magic to make me sleep
I was sinking deep'
But she shall hold and peep

Such a woman in my luck!
From where she came and struck?
I make a point to convince
And make her to evince

What happens if I crush?
And rush
To enjoy her beauty
Will it be an act of guilty?