Enough Of Brunt Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

All nights are dead
Nothing is well read
Sad memories do emerge
With advancement of an age

I keep guessing
And missing
Certain aspects
In reality, I fail to act

Day is passing with hard work
But in night I miss good words
That were heard when she was around
I have missed her a lot since she has remained underground

I keep staring at roof
It needs no proof
I try to count stars
Even though they are very far

I have only one way left
I have to shift
To another place where memories shall not hunt
I have borne enough of brunt