Your Feelings Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Is she married and gone?
What have you done then?
Why to dream afterword?
When she is not heard

You addressed her as woman?
She may be married then
Her lips shall find no favor
From your honor

I searched for your feelings
But those were not filling
Your resentment or favor
It was just misnomer

Lay a hand on fresh flower
And pull the cart for ever
That shall grant you happy status
And make you dream in day times

Dream about a girl
That shall turn
Your partner
No sooner you give nod