Little Sentimental Fool Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Only sentimental fools feel bad
Remain in bad mood and feel sad
May be painted as bad and unread
There is no scope overcome and heal

Many reasons can be counted upon
To feel lonely over the past things gone
Yet they are closely interwoven
Their worth is already proven

I feel deeply worried and sunk
As he is not found even drunk
His presence reminds of secured cover
As he is there for me to look after

I have thought over and realized
That man is after all influenced and obliged
To look after their woman Falk in all conditions
It speaks of such fine and undefined inhibitions

He comes knocking my memory often
Not that he has deserted us and gone
His little absence makes me curious
And that thought remains almost continuous

It is human attachment that compels us to feel
Sometimes drives desperate for self to kill
Hang with rope for unbearable absence
Forgetting about the life mission with its essence

Some of the stages demand such steps
Few only come out in open and escape
It is real balance of mind and demonstration
And at the same time strengthening the relation