A Fresh Air Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Don’t shut the door
As they are not meant for
Let the open fresh air to rush
Don’t’ make unnecessary push

It is not the love alone
Devastation is done by cyclone
Abusive words are hurled on phone
Injury is caused by pelting the stone

In olden days the defaulters were stoned to death
They were paraded open and to witness the wrath
You are completely shutting from your memory
You suffer from anguish and pain with sorry

I hate to shut off and sever the relation
Though it has spoiled the good equation
Who are we to hate and malign the bond?
We are love hungry and very much fond

Think it has happened for something good
You were in dire need and have come out of wood
What would have happened if it had continued for long?
Something untoward might have happened or wrong

The love nest can’t be built on lies
You can afford foes but not unreliable allies
It may ruin your place into pieces
You may cry it all the time for misses

Let love not suffer at the end
That is sign of good friend
You have enough time to mend
Set the pace with time as good trend

Love doesn’t mean to live together
To take care at all times and bother
To die for cause if of one suffers
Though on divergent path that may differ

We have known it for centuries
There had been lot of queries
No one has got yet satisfactory answer
It might have been enjoyed only by the fewer