I Went High Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I went high
Only to fly
Touched the peak
But felt unable to speak

She caught my hand
To show as if to be a friend
Pushed back to the ground
To dream about beautiful end

She is sky
So you can only try
You can't touch
But only in dream as such

She is willing
But her silence is killing
She says 'no' and 'yes'
But where and how to trace

She is lovely and beautiful
But may not make me successful
She has kind smile
I have to wait meanwhile

She may come round
Only to be found
So near and whisper
'Come on dear' I am near

Hear me and act
This is fact
I love you but can't
So feel no sad and react

I can give you my wings
You can relax and sing
Remember me and my face
There is lot more yet in race