Mental Preparattion Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Beauty is in tears
With lots of fears
What to say and where to stay!
Let me find peaceful way

I have yet to decide
And confide
To anyone
Why I am alone?

I trusted once
But broken twice
Now no more strength is left
I have to make the stand clear and shift

I know the people are beautiful
Sympathize with cause and be helpful
But as hurt by boiling milk
I shall be now careful even for butter milk

I shall come out from grief
And face the challenge even if proves stiff
I have mental preparation
And shall give chance for another sweet relation