Like Night Dream Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

“What to do “I am impulsive
Totally ignorant and submissive
Neither I can be selective
Nor subjective

I listened to her attentively
And came out openly
In support her for contention
As she raised less questions

I was feeling magic spell
She was adding more and more to tell
I was getting ready to feel
As it was her own will

I gazed into her eyes
And tried
To know the inner depth
I really missed a beat with long breath

I felt it like night dream
Where she was in form of sun’s beam
I closed eyes and tried to remember
Was she trying to say anything with offer?