Win The Race Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I speak about romance
Try to mix with beautiful women and take chance
But all is not well
There is different story to tell

Sometimes I get bluff
That results into huff
I scornfully laugh
And fearfully wish to take bath

It leaves behind sense of humor
With tale of little honor
I take enough of care not to be noticed
But eyes get attention and well received

All gorgeous ladies dance
Floor gets elegant show at once
Music blasts atmosphere
I get hidden fear

I become careful
And pretend to be forgetful
But eyes search beautiful face
At any rate I want to win the race