Direct Fall Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Direct fall

No one can flirt
Unless one is trying you subvert
The good mind of gentleman
Only for lust and game

Why someone should get lost?
When it is known how much will it cost?
And what price shall be at the end
Without being knowing a friend

It is simple moment of pleasure
You have no meter to measure
You are in need and so you employed
Seized the moment and overjoyed

Clap can be made with two hands
Not by keeping hands in air or upward
Aid needs another one to make sound
The real friendship for the time being is found

So flirt or no flirt
It is called dirt
That is not appreciated at all
It is form of direct fall