With Fast Race Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have only imagined
And designed
Your sketch in mind
To feel as blind man

But my eyes has vision
To know without confusion
How you shall be looking?
And what shall be words used for joking

I am speechless
As it speaks
You are rich with words
I have often heard

You always speak gentle
Like spoken by special people
You are gifted female friend
Very far and at unreachable en d

I see you n veil
My eyes sometimes fail
At such a beautiful face
That speaks to me as if fast race