She Is Brave Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She is simple girl and bravely shown
It is not a tale of fairy but real one
Capturing my heart at one stroke
I remain simply half awake

What did she have in real?
We had no such deal
She came all off sudden
Brilliantly outwitted me even

Not a figured carved out of marble
But simple earthly figure with smile
I lost control magnificently over nerve
She was to stay with me as friend and serve

“hello” came her sweet voice
It was loud and clear as nearby no noise
I could pick her melodious gesture
It was enough for me not to endure

It is not less than any miracle
I was capable enough to solver any problem and capable
But lost to simple desert flower
As rain had offer mild shower

What would you consider this as?
Was it turning or crucial phase?
Where was I heading for in direction?
Surely long awaited and dreamed for such action

In first meeting all doors opened up for breeze to enter
Making all cool in room and freezing at the centre
Was that a real charisma to loose out to unknown figure?
I struggled hard to find an answer for sure

She had cool moon light on face
And slowly turning stars around for race
Making some expressions go off and suddenly re-emerge
I was on loosing spree and something like to collapse on verge

Her eyes expressed everything without a world being told
My heart and soul were completely out in open and sold
I laid no terms but conceded on all points and waited for no answer
She had nothing to offer but only smiles as if for the fewer

“I know nothing about color, cast creed or age” she murmured
I am for the real love and do not want to feel in cage
When it is open and blank page to be written anything?
I shall inscribe with my own hand for something

I was dreaming in day light n wanted some one to pinch
I stood there motionless and did not move an inch
She was taking my chariot in correct direction
I was not averse to such an idea and full throttled action