Single Thought Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My first love
I believe
Started with no words
Even though looked forward

She will always appear
And try to address as dear
I shall wait for that word
But soon find hurt

She will go away
With no more way
To show me
And compel to feel not free

I shall look at door
For her again to reappear
Such was beginning
But of course it was shining

I might wake up with single thought
To think of what has not been taught
How to be in lover's eye?
Take her with pride and fly

This was the schedule daily
She will speak nothing really
I shall watch her with eyes wide open
Wait for some miracles to happen