In smoke

My joy went up in smoke,
It was hard blow and stroke
Someone had tried to blow
To interrupt the smooth flow

I shall go down
May be mistake of my own
She can think and form opinion
Alas! It was short and sweet misinformation

I must confess and not argue
She is right in her view
How can one over look sentiments
She has right for resentment

I shall not see her again
As she has anguish and pain
She may realize soon and think
I had not a word against her to ink

She was best and intelligent
Every word had impact and movement
How best she was at quick grasp?
She had easy go at any task

I may miss her forceful bye
Even though I had desperate and vain try
I know she may be broke and in tears
I too here feel bad and suffer

She represents woman race
Forceful views with support in all the cases
I have seen her making the chase
Plotting it on canvass to look beautiful page

I shall be careful in future
Make it look doubly sure
Why some one should feel bad at all?
We must give away instead of making it difficult as wall

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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