In To An Old Memory Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I slipped back into old memory
Felt sad and completely sorry
Even though I have everything
It made me sick for something

I looked at the window
Gentle wind tried to blow
It made me literally unmoved
All the memories are not that easily removed

You were entering with tea tray
As usual with happiness to stay
With me till I finished
You always smiled and wished

I never looked at you and appreciated
As if you were mp were related
You were suppose to serve and disappear
Not to utter a word or whisper

How cunning was I in dealing?
You were there for all kinds of healing
I stood for sturdy silence and concealing
I never thought it was unfair dealing

She waited whole life for my sweet word
A gesture in waiting but never looked backward
I gave in nothing much to her sincere effort
We never had loving contact with human rapport

She loved me till the end
But I show no attitude even like friend
I proved to be no good husband
It was hate type approach and trend

I wished now that I could have made some gesture
It was all neede4d for our comfortable and future
But nothing happened at all and she departed
I miss now her absence curse why at all she parted

Not all people might be lucky to have such a companion?
Who can stand for durable and honest union?
One must try to find out reasons and live honorably
Not to neglect whole life and fail her miserably