No Deception Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No deception

It was no more
Simple desire
It had twists
And I often insisted

She had dreamed
And beamed it
To my mind
To accept as blind

I too had open lust
But we both trusted
So I had no hesitation
In developing relation

She will come often
At lonely place even drunken
Involve in act with very sweet feeling
And this was in fact killing me

Anyhow, there was no deception
But only conception
In mind that was taking shape
We enjoyed it often and clapped