Many Sleepless Nights Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I simply suffer
Like engulfed with fever
Whole of body is like hot metal
I fear it may prove fatal

You were in look out
Once you talked about
It was strong desire
I too had admired

I had seen it as downfall
It was not honest call
We were afraid of being caught
So the idea was never brought

I have many sleepless nights
You are knocking straight
It makes me restless
But brings shine on face too

We were as simple as possible
Warding off any future trouble
It was our move in direction
We wanted peaceful action

We are slaves of our own habit
When meet personally to greet
You are sincere and willing companion
We have our goal in silent union

I never attempted to subdue
As you openly cooperated and viewed
We were different body but as one soul
We always stood together and responded call