Weakness Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I wanted to become king
And sing
Like other kings did
With beautiful queens

I think of sun
And madly run
After worldly desires
And admire

It has remained fancy for me
To run after beauty
Whether it is nature
Or beautiful woman for sure

It stands good in my mind
When I find
Some beautiful flower
In garden after rainy shower

It is weakness of human nature
When something good is seen near
Mind moves quickly to grab
But withdraws after fear of being registered with slaps