Almsot Robbed Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Almost robbed
Wednesday,21st August 2019

Nothing moves in mind
and finds solace
in your absence
I feel it is the true essence

Why do I miss?
the bliss of the morning
and your innocent smiling
that invades daily and killing

you were just the one
and none else
that showed the glide path
and I bathed in the divine shadow

you almost robbed me
of my independence and freedom
that I enjoyed this before
but I feel no sore

You are in my prayers
always smiling there
Ii keep no fears
but inching toward to come near

Hasmukh Mehta