As my man

I feel no good
Not like even neighborhood
They appeal me nothing
As I miss something

He is not here and away
I find nothing good on the way
Sun shine makes me dull
I am not in mood as usual

Cuckoo makes lovely call
Yet it fails me to recall
All those lovely moments
As he is not on my side to resent

What is meaning of love in life?
If love is to be felt in isolation as wife
What can be considered as best?
When nature speaks lovely to remind the test

Rays enter drawing room
And remind me of flowers boom
It appeals me no more
As he is away on tour

I wished never to be alone
As I felt after effect of cyclone
The devastation left after it has gone
Never to be recovered when so much damage was done

Nights seem to be so much hostile
When you are little far for a while
I am not at my best in your absence
Love is of such much magnitude with essence

I shall cheer up when you are around
Nature may appeal me more when you are found
I am human and definitely caring woman
You are at heart permanently seated as my man

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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