Think Of You Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I shall not think of you to miss
Till I finally bid you and wish
It will not be once, twice or thrice
It may remain till its demise

How I feel greatly at heart
I don’t know where from to think or start
I have not done it this before
I continue to think seriously therefore

What appeals me much about you?
What do I get message through?
Do your lovely eyes openly invite?
Arouse the passion and desire to ignite

I may never find answer again
That may not remain as worry or concern
How can I claim to dissociate or remain discern
When it comes to reality and favorable turn

It is not mere smile on your face
It seems beautiful mock trial or race
I run blindly to catch the glimpse
Will you call me an admirer or something else?

What a typical way to show the way?
Make to hold the breathe so no one goes away
It is rare shine in the in the form of ray
I am lost in race as answer may not be or may

What do the half opened lips suggest?
Do they indicate the direction of east or west?
East may suggest rising of bright day
West may suggest doom and push away

Hairs are like heavily charged clouds
Fall on chest to make it typical sound
Assuming shape of many beautiful figures
Safe passage with lovely words and assures

You search an answer from protected box
Your head is not like evil’s home or cunning fox
You may be waiting to reply in affirmative
Whole face appears to be shining and suggestive


You are totally unaware of happenings around
You present yourself as idol standing on ground
What to look and where to define
You are such a class and can be simply fine

I gaze at those black and brown eyes
I have no eagerness to know what and why’s
The answer is known in hidden expression
Yet I have to know its full confession

Simple cross reveal your faith in divinity
It is fine blend of super quality
It shows clear insight and full ability
To steer the course in hard difficulty

Your lovely teeth make it plain fact
You are expressive in your real act
You may come out with me in final show down
I may have all the treasure to be called of my own