The Stalker Poem by Dr Hitesh Sheth

He knows hidden feelings and blues
On life slopes, in emotions' groove.

He captures fleeting thoughts of mind
And tapes the muse we sing to wind.

He errs in mistakes we make
And frowns in each virtues we fake.

He spies amidst winking of eyes
And watches every truth and lies

He flows in all tears we weep
And hides in each secret we keep

He is God-the stalker on move
Who follows us till we are wooed.

(This is iambic tetrameter)