Late Night Dream Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I extend hand
To pick the end
But feel dead
As I fail to read

She appears often
With beautiful smile even
Even though wrinkles on cheek
I like her and seek

I have reached my age
But I have written down on page
Those early days of pleasure
How she felt, I am totally unsure

She had influenced
But earnestly promised
To be with me forever
With all ingredients of flavor

Even though she is not with me
I am unable to feel free
She speaks in late night dream
I find her in the form of beam