My First Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My first love
Saturday,24th April 2021

I kept on staring
and daring
to speak something
but could do nothing

she tried to open her lips
to say something deep
With emotions
with so many excitations

I was daily passing on this road
and raising head
to see her presence
if couldn't see at any time, it was turning me tense

this kept on going for weeks
I wanted to speak
it was now my desire
hold her hand and admire

'Hello dear' come to this side
it was her forcing me to decide
whether to go or not
I fought the way out and rushed

what brings you on your feet to see me?
I gathered strength and felt free
to say few words
eyes went down and failed to lookup

she was shadowing
and allowing me
to speak bravely
I failed to speak again and behaved nicely

Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.littm FOlt