I Always Miss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Love’s door
Makes me o role on floor
with feeling of poor
and making sore

nature does not appeal
and make me feel real
it is your simple memory
that relieves my worry

sometimes, I float on ocean
with almost feeling of clear win
but next moment I am let down
as she Is airing philosophy that remains unknown

I feel touch
And reach
Warmth
With each breath

I never live in fool’s paradise
As she has made some promises
She will hug but not kiss
And this I always miss