Your Eyes
Lost in your eyes
Despite controlled try
No use as I felt shy
Asked many times, why?
Why should there be any pull?
When heart feels very much full
When she has committed in yes
I should only look at your face
You have now gone into hiding
I am left behind for only kidding
I shall still be happy and smiling
When you may come back as willing
It is wonderful too look at
Think of future and vision to set
Dream about what the shape will be of relation
Now itself that joy gives me clear indication
I love not, to be hated person
I am sweet in that sense with so many reasons
She must assert her self for on ward journey
Yet it needs luck and blessings from almighty
Should I dare to ask you for hand?
I shall act less as companion and more as friend
You will find the difference in real
As I have nothing to conceal
I look at your eyes and simply go blank
They are powerful enough to make me sink
I read fearless expression for full commitment
I am for it and have no regret or resentment
Come to me and say with full sentence
I want to hear it closely and at once
You have tact and art to disclose with no fear
I am ready for it to absorb shock and bear
Shall love to swim and sink together
As it will leave no room to bother
I am free bird and want of natural nest
You weave and prepare it for our best
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Asking with smile
You have asked it with smile
that made me to sink for while
it was as if felt as sincere call
i was prepared to scale a wall
I had never gone
the magic was already done
it was one of the pride moment
i too felt it as heavenly sent
I know you never asked for roses
you were at pain to express losses
believe me it was honest and sincere
I was willing to say with you here
You were not looking for it
Still I could see bright light
your eyes expressed it clear
You only whispered to hear
It was natural pull
I felt it deep and in full
It was not at all a deception
I too went for it without any option
Any one may feel going down
It will be decision of their own
it is not physical or any other attraction
no can afford to made addition or subtraction
I know it is going to be long way
still it is compulsion to be little away
If God willing, it may prove to be reality
The love has got its own sphere and ability
It was never a problem with me
I was at ease and feeling free
I could read it in your eyes
You held it firmly to express and try
Stay well as and where you are
I may be away and little far
It does not change the good start
You were really shining and looking smart
It spoke well and responded
It was nearly to be bonded
make it sure you are same person
I shall go with you without any reservation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Look Not At
Look not at what he or she appears
They are the same since years
Their sweet voice ring constantly in ears
They are our real brothers, sisters and neighbors
I never saw ugliness
But read only happiness
When they spoke few nice words
That was as if blessings appeared from the lords
What we all need in real journey?
When not needed wealth or money?
Few words do the real trick
When we have strong resolve to stick
What makes us to feel for outer show?
May be some irritation when it grows
For a face unfamiliar or with ugly appearance
That has been given by almighty at once
Who can undo it for any good reason?
But an individual can be nice person
Good at heart and full of compassion
That is all needed now for good relation
I used to read lovely messages
When they may speak nothing due to old age
But I catch the intention when look at
Their eyes seems full of thanks when fully set
What can be good if beautiful face turns cruel?
With nothing in store to express or tell
I love ugly people (God forbade me)
Who always love and pose no trouble
I wish to be one among
Even if they go anytime wrong
I shall cherish their inner beauty
When they speak little but with blessings from almighty
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Everything together
Everything together
There is answer for every question
One needs to introspect and clearly mention
What he or she wants with desires
Then question comes to reject or admire
You were not sincere in your attempt or try
You were ignorant and repeatedly asked why
It irritated me a lot and I decided to leave
There after took and heavy breathe and sigh
You love was one sided and full of infatuation
Love can’t build on that base or relation
It is give and take, and demands full of sacrifice
Life is not just trade but full of commitment and promises
Heart is broken or felt hurt when it has some feelings
One sided attachment can’t be called any kind of willingness
It is misjudged attraction and demands severance
That relation must end without question at once
Love can’t be termed as genuine or enough
One can’t be indifferent or can keep it dry or rough
It is just bond that takes life course further
Swim or sink, joy or pain is shared equally and together
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To live with dishonor
She has to live with dishonor
It is to her not less than tremor
Shakes full earth beneath
But she has to make it beautiful like earth
What a smile or what a style!
She has to live for meanwhile
Life can be little short of expectation
But has to pull on with sacred relation
Who may not want her to be happy?
She has sheltered and protected many
We are all grateful to her majesty
Full devotion with complete honesty
I see whole world in her vision
She has no hesitation or little confusion
She is clear in her modest approach
We may blame her or condemn as such
I shall bow my head in her honor
She is practical and not dreamer
She may guide us in any of her stage
We may come off like child, youth or in any age
God has given her kind heart
To bear any burden with art
She may not disclose to any one
Even if some one is dear and special one
My hats off to such wonderful creature
How would I hold her hand and reassure?
She is yellow gold metal and indisputably pure
One must only think about her and make sure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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There's fear in my eyes
No sorrows in my life
No enemies to fight
There are thousand reasons to smile
Yet there's fear in my eyes
Sweet dreams to see
Beautiful day to live
There are many reasons to love
Yet there's fear in my eyes
No fire to burn
No darkness to curse
No valleys to fall
Yet there's fear in my eyes
A Mother to love
A Father to care
A sweet family to live with
Yet there's fear in my eyes
All friend with me
No enemies far mile
There are all relations of truth
Yet there's fear in my eyes
Showers of blessings on me
All smiling faces for me
All words of love for me
Yet there's fear in my eyes
But what I fear for I'm unknown
What? When all these things will go
And I'll be left all alone?
And for all these things I'll have to say bye! !
May be for this reason
There's fear in my eyes
There's fear in my eyes
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A worth living
Lif e is full of adventure
There lay our future
We must have some means and ways
Ot definitelely shows and paves
We mave some problems with the present
So many things in life may be felt as absent
But this is temporary phase and would disapapear
It should grip our mind with fear
We must have some stake
It should make you you strong but should not break
It is also not like sweet cake
We should live alert and awakae
It can not be lived with ideals
The aim and goal must be real
You got to be practcal and wise
As it is full of promise
You may find many changes
You will have to adjust and manage
Friends may not remain friend
You have to find logical end
You have ability to lead
The aim must be clearly read
It may earn you bread and means
You msut go out for clear win
Every one tries for better prospectus
This process has to remain continous
The life may prove erronous
But you have to prove the onus
You must pick the positive hints
Try to find new and leave behind some prints
It may help you at some points
Somewhere you may break and somehwere able to joint
Life is worth living
It has lead us into believing
It has purpose and definte message
We must un derstand pick from the page
There is absolutely no harm
Try to maintain relation good and warm
It msut be always full of enthisiasm
It should never be taken over by passism
Love to live and enjoy the moments
It hardly needs explanation or comments
One has to make it simply beautiful
Only joy and enjoyment should be full
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Let curse not fall
It shakes my confidence
When I look at hungry eyes at once
They stare at me as if I am the only one
Woman on earth and found by no one
Their eyes penetrate through body
That pinches my heart and shakes body
Why can't they see hidden fear?
The pain I undergo and bear?
How much I have suffered and undergone?
What else have they left behind to be done?
I live with unknown fear of jackals?
From where will it come and attack on arrival?
I curse almighty for making me beautiful
Why has He showered grace in plentiful?
I should have been made clumsy and sorrowful
So there was no need to live life as deceitful
He (husband) was one of the noblest persons
I was happy and leading life with true reasons
I had nothing else to dream when he was around
The heaven was just before me in him to be found
He gave me everything that I wanted
Served well all wishes and chanted
He was jovial person and man of high ideals
I was so much deep in his love and felt it real
Luck would not have it for me
He left us behind to live and feel not free
Surrounded by hostile atmosphere
We have place to go no where
I cover the face but eyes speak it all
People try to be near with unwanted calls
I am homely and god fearing woman
I expect them to behave well as man
Let curse not befall on any one
Let no one suffer ill fate as I have undergone
God bless all the lovely and beautiful stay
Wish it to be happy journey and must stay
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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O, My Beloved!
o, my beloved,
When in dream, I find your smiling face,
I forget what I destined to face,
When I see dark deep eyes full of compassion,
I forget all my Passion and caution!
When I dream your beautiful hand.
I forget where I stand!
When love in your heart shines,
Blazing light blinds my mind and thought!
When you are so near, my dear,
I ran here and there in this dream world,
Tired I when sit and sigh,
with closed eyes,
Blink with naughty smile,
and absorb me into thine eyes!
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On Her Face
I could see some anxieties on her face
They were clearly visible with wrinkles
She tried not to hide but definitely revealed
Those days were painful for her and in fact real
I am from the third generation
Very strong relation indeed with solid foundation
She was happy to see all members including grand children
Nice stage to feel but worries were apparently seen
I visited her whenever came on short vacation
She expressed her attachment with kind relation
She will probe in to my eyes with satisfaction
As her life was full of struggle and indignation
She had some kind of reservation and resentment
The behavior of family members was an embarrassment
She was sore at the treatment meted out
After all she had done enough and was not to be talked about
Somehow was drawn towards her and liked
In little of idle time her memory may invade and strike
She was full of love and evenly gave it to all
But I was favorite and responded to all her calls
Other family members too were obedient and courteous
But she was feeling irritation and became often outrageous
She wanted often full attention and enough of care
They were ready in fact but scared of her temperament and did not dare
I am of the opinion that all grandmas are attached more
Children also love and show courtesy therefore
She might be getting full joy when find among children
In a stage where such period is called sultry and barren
Even thought I too have attained full parenthood
Her feelings and resentment is clearly understood
I will sit by her bed side and comfort with sentiments
She too may respond with grateful eyes and comment
I know how difficult it is to observe and feel loneliness
When you are passing secluded life with troubled phase
I felt warmth of her gesture and deeply breathed
She was everything to me as from the beginning I had watched
Not all people may be lucky enough to have grandma at home
She is always there for us to console and welcome
How greatly children feel when chased hotly by parents?
Take refuge behind her back and silently wait
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Minimum Level
Let the truth remain to its level of minimum
But the lies should not dominate at maximum
As it will wrack the hard core element of life with its relation
Everything will be demolished and raise the questions
Think of damage and its consequences there after
When it has become known and apparent later
It might have then brought everything at stand still
Leaving behind tail of distrust and almost ill will
I know for sure that eyes speak no untruth
You may need nothing as an extra proof
The company may be needed at each turn
For the love and affection to respond and return
No one can definitely say about lust or real
It remains closely guarded secret and concealed
How can a human mind speak in anticipation?
When whole thing is built round honesty and relation
Sometimes we listen to but not attentively
We commit nothing and assure tentatively
This raise mistrust level and forecast doom
Leaving behind no chance for return in room
Any affection or attachment comes after long consideration
But once it is cemented then it has consent with full indication
It is grown at enormous speed with full commitment
You can feel k exhilaration in those happy moments
Sometimes it creates thaw in relation get stranded
Others sentiments are not taken care of and offended
Whole relation comes at stake and runs into rough weather
It faces grinding halt and adds concern for everybody to bother
Those moments prove costly in life and de-shape the imagination
The relation on which whole future evolved causes great alienation
Both are drifted apart much to the embarrassment and concern
Life has taken different course with point of no return
As it has been observed and advocated in precise terms
Truth always forms strong foundation at each turn
After all it is trust and confidence that is grown from feeling
Nothing should be done at this level when it comes almost willing
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As An Insult
I took it as an insult
It is was terrible and difficult
How can an earnest offer be declined?
Why does she not see reason and defined?
Well all those seasons were for me to analyze
She had pushed me in corner and generalized
I deserved her hand for life time stay
She gave me shock and preferred to be away
I gave thought from another angle
May there be some reasons with a love triangle
She has every right to be master of her destiny
I gave all the reasons fair try and left it to the almighty
Love was not that kind I understood
Neither was it tonic nor a food
But a strong bond to take one out of wood
If not then it was better to stay out for good
Love is not an isolated affair
That can’t be termed as fair
What you feel may not be good for her
Rather love her more but don’t force her to bother
You look at the sky and its vastness
Complete blue but no shine on face
No one may judge what is hidden in belt
This is the way how love is felt
It demands sacrifice and not words
Prepare for readiness and always look forward
No relation can be on rock unless strengthened
Some plants may come up if earth is dug or softened
Now I have every reason to be satisfied
At no stage she had compromised or lied
It was one sided feeling and deserved to be left
There was no let up in relation or complete shift
I consoled self and came to the terms
It was good to take decision and make turn
Who knows what can be good for future?
I left it to future course that may take place and assure
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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It Takes A Day To End
IT TAKES A DAY….
What do I tell my self when I am awakened by tomorrow morning's sun
what may I answer my abandoned pillow when it asks where he's gone
How do I explain what I myself can't understand
at times I think I am certain, and at times I don't know where I stand
Do I dare say he loved me? Can I bear say he didn’t?
I had night mares that he'd leave me but my heart dreamt he wouldn’t
I can't forget the sentence he said before he left! ! !
I didn’t realize 'goodbye my friend' would leave me so bereft
He asked me to be a friend and expected an easy yes
I cant believe he actually wanted me to love him less
I said I needed not his friendship, it's his love I need
Then I stormed out like never before while fighting to breath
That was the day I lost and left him and my tears behind
and since that day it's my heart I am trying to find
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A long forty years
It drives me back forty years
When i had heard beautiful voice in ears
She was to be my partner for long journey
We had to march ahead without source and money
It was no Man's land
I wanted beautiful face and hand
no one preferred to be a friend
I had feared a tragic end
It was loveless life and long sea
Only blue waters but not a shed or tree
I was bird with wings but not a free one
Nothing could be achieved by me as person
Though kind at hart, I missed killer's instinct
I was forbidden to maintain it very strict
I did not look at even called by name
It was causing me surprise and shame
I am not aware of delicate stage
For me it is difficult to manage
Though I have grown with the age
Still feelings remain hidden in page
I used to pray almighty to gift me with one
Who would love me alone only except none
It was desire and did not expect it to be fulfilled
Though lady luck so far had not smiled
As luck would have it and it rained
Water filtered through ground and gained
The little foothold in somebody's heart
I was liked by some one as a nice and smart
There was some one wishing to be part
I considered it blessings from the start
I knew it may not click sometimes
But it was turning very good times
I stared In her eyes to find safe refuge
I was in no position to refuse
I thought I may sink with little fear
She started it calling with “O, my dear
I heard it coming like bomb shell
I was fearing fall of hell
It was quite amusing to hear sweet words
I gathered strength to thank Almighty Lords
She fairly smiled to offer willingness
I was almost going down with happiness
She was to be my permanent bride
I utterly failed for emotions to hide
I still remember those pretty moments
It will not nice to offer any comments
Ya, it was nicest among all so far experienced
I was not in control to find it distanced
My feet firmly held the ground
I thought I have lastly found
She can be princess of fairy land
I would love to hand over my self completely In her hand
“ I am still in her fold
since then enjoying hold”
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Nest
Far and wide I may travel,
Explore places, experience people,
But when I need a place to rest,
I head back to my nest.
Now I am at the edge with wings spread,
ready to fly to a new high
But in my heart I know
No matter how many caps I wear
My nest will always be here.
Here are people I hold dear
who I wish to be near
Here I learnt and fought to make a career.
Here I grew strong with nothing to fear.
Here I learnt to fight and when necessary bear.
Here emotions are felt beyond words one can hear.
Here a smile's always ready to greet each silent tear.
This is where my soul resides.
I refuse to become a guest,
When I come back to my nest.
A new life and beginning, a loved one all await
luring me to the west,
Yet my feet stumble as I try leaving my nest.
The future calls, full of promises
of offering me the best
But I feel, I already have it all
right here in my nest.
Why to risk leaving
what if I fail the test?
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush
I cling to the comfort of the nest.
There's a new feeling though
of a need to build
something of my own
So that to someone someday
I too may say
If you need a place for love and care
a shelter from the world's stare
where dreams you may share
and lay your heart bare
To you I can offer
with pride in my chest
Come in, take shelter,
For this is your nest.
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About beautiful life
As a boy I had dreamt about beautiful life
Standing by beautiful figure like a glass doll as wife
I had no idea about what wife may stand for future
But definitely it was apparently a dream for sure
Some of the stages represent pure innocence
Some of the acts may speak sheer value of nonsense
Yet that is defined as one of the finest stage
Likely to stay for a while and disappear with the age
In childhood my smile might have been liked by many
I was loved by all members including granny
Mother used to call me diamond of the eye
When I used to demand with full cry
I saw some charm in mother's smile
I wondered about the female character and its style
How elegantly they moved despite all hardships!
Was she the lone sailor sailing through rough sea on ship?
So when I see any woman smiling with free style
I clearly see some reflection and get lost meanwhile
I may sink in dream and visualize some figure in mind
A lovely and beautiful smiling face in memory to find
Was it going to be substitute for caring mother in her life span?
Or was it just routine to come up with age as natural plan
I was rushing toward youth and little mustache had appeared
Everybody knew about gradual change and doubts were cleared
I was now looked with some hope for their future
Nice hierarchy to be followed and continued for sure
I was given enough of liberty to choose the partner
That moment is now going to be reality in days or after
I was woken up by a sweet voice
Beautiful melody with pin dropp peace
She extended hand with lots of promises
Any man would love to sink with such miss
I look back and see all those trailers
Where I was put on horse as riders
I was taken in procession with much fun fare
A journey to be taken but leading no where
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Sort of infatuation
I came back fast on net
I never wanted her to go or let
It was some sort of infatuation
But was not sure of real relation
It is gradual process in any development
But turns on to alter as happy moment
How one feels about other!
Dreams about to come true and bother
In young age you may term it as natural
Like spring it is welcome and comes as usual
But what about love in later stage of autumn?
When one thinks about beautiful flowers in garden
Oh! Is it called love of real nature?
I repeatedly asked self but was not sure
It created ripples and I turned cold
What would they term it in this selfish world?
I wrote about end of the road
When one is suddenly facing load
Love of young woman in life and its impact
Oh! God it is tremendous courage and powerful act
I think again and again
She is my mate and new concern
Life has made simple 'u' turn
I wan to come back to her in return
She has thought of my fading star
I shall soon be leaving very far
As destiny has narrow and wide angle
Soon it may create for her a trouble
I may dream about her till end
If not as permanent but special friend
That keeps my vigor and strength
In tact and prepares to go to any length
I now want to love and live more
She has given hope to explore
New horizons and new vast land
Where she and I can walk hand in hand
Fear grips me all of sudden
She has cared for me even
I now offer her complete faith
Till I breathe last at the time of death
The spirit inside weakens me
Allows me to come out of cage and feel free
It is same place and shade underneath the tree
Where I had dreamed about her as honeybee
‘
How do I dare to tell about secret?
Life has only few moments to set
It may take few more years
No one may believe even my own ears
I shall still be high in sky
Twinkling as star but feeling very much shy
What did I give her in return to her for life support?
I have no answer for it or to report
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Life Is Life
Life is after all life
Whether you lead peacefully or with full of strife
It has to be spent either way
Casual or with noble and purposeful way
Life can never have different yardstick
Even birds have understood when they speak
Arrival of their new born in the nest
As if to celebrate it with fun and live at best
How nice they take care of new born?
Even rich or poor also enjoy same way even if life is fully torn
It is natural and almighty has given
The same sense of feeling and interwoven
Let us not enlarge area of operation
As it gives rise then to deterioration
If one can't look after its own affair at home
How can he withstand outside pressure and welcome
I picked the sense of birds and evaluated
How peaceful was their life and nicely related?
To build nest in time and take full care
Even to face the presence when some one goes near or dares
In blind quest we sometimes sacrifice real happiness
That may make him restless and not shown on face
If life is given for peaceful living and with purpose
It must be made amply clear and must be chosen
Let is build high rise buildings or make living in space
It has to be made with sense barring the mad race
After all it is for our living and that must be borne in mind
Love, affection, relation are all for us not to go blind
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Poetical Aspirations
No one can inject poetical aspirations
It has something to do with natural questions
It is natural instinct and comes from childhood
You may love to write and neglect the food
Some are turned poets in late life
May be they had shock over the demise of wife
So many problems made them weary of the situation
Life would have turned hell with suck draw backs continuation
Either someone is struck with love from a beautiful girl
Or something has come to him by sheer luck in turn
In both the situation he turns poet with lot more to write
Express it explicitly in one corner or in moon light
Little touch makes him to wonder with romantic world
He is in new world with everything coming to his fold
The destiny is just few meters away
He has found his new way
It is not poetic skill
But his triumphant views and strong will
That keeps him in good spirit
Writes everything on blank paper or whole shit
Whatever may be the cause?
There is no let off or pause
Something new is to be believed
Love must rule and pain must be relieved
Full moon appeals more under such condition
All phrases take good shape with new ammunition
It is nicely expressed in mild but heavy words
Full commitment to new relation and always looking forward
This is how new poetry comes in force
Either it is full of love or remorse
But certainly it is fine creation
From deadly life to a lovely elevation
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Flightless Bird
My world is caged in,
I can not fly away,
I can not soar in the clouds,
With the wind and the angels.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I sit here day in and day out,
I watch so many people coming in and going out,
They stay here so happy so proud,
And they leave again without any care in the world.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
I remember each face,
I remember them all saying hi waiting for a reply of hello,
They don’t understand how it feels,
They don’t understand what it’s like.
To be a flightless bird with clipped wings.
Wings tucked and head held high I sit here,
I wear a smile on my face and I keep myself beautiful and happy,
But inside all I can see are the bars that surround me,
I can’t get past them I can only sit.
I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
My world is a room full of people myself the center of attention,
Although I should not complain for this is my life,
And I make them smile I make the children laugh and look in my eyes,
And sometimes they look into my eyes and see my world through my eyes.
They know I am a flightless bird with clipped wings.
They’ll stand and watch me as I walk around in my cage,
They’ll be there with me and try to understand.
Then they’ll have to leave and they’ll look over their shoulders.,
And they look into my eyes one last time,
Before they fly away into the world to bring back stories for the flightless bird with clipped wings,
They are my connection to the world,
They show me what they see through their eyes,
They show me wonders and beauties of a world I’ve never seen,
They are my window to the outside,
In their mind I can be a flightless bird in a world of wonder and of flight.
I am only a small bird in a cage that sits in a hotel,
Sits and watches as the world around me fly’s by,
I wait for the occasional stranger who looks into my eyes with knowing,
Maybe a person who is like me like a flightless bird in a cage,
They are my wings, the wings of a flightless bird who’s wings are clipped.
I sit in my own world and watch as it all moves by,
Day after day I watch and I say what is expected of me,
I sit in my world and I go on my own steady journey,
A journey in which I am a silent observer,
A flightless bird with clipped wings in a world of ever changing skies.
By: Bethany Maxwell
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Full marks
Full marks
She looked desperately in my eyes
Read all my feelings but did not try
How badly she had felt about my behavior!
She was not asking or expecting for
I saw her laden with worries
But she was resolute and firm to carry
There was no regret for her love
She was firm like rock and simply drove
She did not look back to see me
As if she was relieved and felt free
It might have been severe blow
As she was not at all prepared to go
If relation is considered as burden
Its break comes unexpected and all of sudden
No one is prepared to share the blame
Become adamant and accept as and when came
I saw her going away with determined will
She was made from simple clay but still!
She was not prepared to bargain for self respect
She was master of her own destiny and act
I saw no regret whatsoever on her face
She had enough from my blind chase
She in fact readily agreed for everything
I was for more asked unusually something
This compelled to think afresh
She decided not make any rash
Move which may ruin her carrier
Prove as hurdle and stiff barrier
I may not blame her for my part
I was nervous and had unsteady start
I cared for nothing and demanded support
This way the ship was not going to reach at the port
Internally I cursed self but gave full marks
She was not meant for me to provide any spark
As I was dead horse and useless for any responsibility
Not only I lacked sincerity but demonstrated poor quality
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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