A Deadly Hit Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She failed to make it
It did hurt and deadly hit
I knew she will come
I was ready to welcome

It was her desire
She wanted something to acquire
It was not at all expected
She had high regards and respected

I wanted her not to weep
Consoled her all the time to keep
Clam posture with no concern
It can be any body’s turn

I heard her woes and felt sorry
She was passing time with great worry
She had all the way kept thinking
Unfortunately she was out for sinking

What was I expected to do?
Alley the fears and attempt to woo
One should always stand by in crisis
This should be words of promises