Come November
I grasped it with the start of some change
I don’ blame it entirely to the age
Whether you told me or not
The idea was severely fought
It was snow outside but needed warmth
I was worrying about the result aftermath
You stood there inviting me with grace
All reddishness rushed with freshness on face
It was long endurance and testing
Here you were there not resting
You could see only burning desire
I fully caved in to appreciate and admire
The feet were not developing cold
They were bracing for action very bold
The music was airing in with serpent’s charm
I felt it desirous and very warm
I could not make out what you were reading
You were out on a mission and quietly leading
It was deviation from concentration
I was looking in eyes for clear invitation
You lifted your head in clear recognition
I realized you were engulfed with real ignition
It was natural but burning desire
You were adding fuel to fire
You were fresh page of the book
I needed to open it to bring out of hook
She wanted fresh impetus from initiation
It was well deserved and natural excitation
I did not pretend to be ignorant
The action was immediate and instant
You came on scene like fairy from heaven
I was all set to loose and go for it even
I was fully aligned and encircled
You embraced and simply smiled
The clouds descended heavily with over cast
You were subduing and moving very fast
I had missed her since long
It was my presumption and not wrong
It was her desire as well
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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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