Mad In Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Was she a fool?
Who could not understand real soul!
Something could have been smelt
Which was felt later on?

She was mad in love
Each word was believed
Fully trusted as divine word
That was only her aim and work

She has tied knot
With clear thought
That she be the real bride
And may stand on concrete bridge

The destined day was before her
He was eager to enter
With all his hopes
To entertain with rope

He was best liar
Real supplier of falsehood
She never got hint to understand
He had turned unfaithfully ally and unfriendly

He lifted her to lay on floor
The scene was played behind closed door
She lay naked and open
His eyes were sharpened

He finished devil’s object
The dream was crushed in fact
She was to be left alone
To fight with fate when he had gone