hasmukh amathalal (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)
' Miss ', I Really Miss
I was stepping in to become young
I thought it is nice journey but too long
I am afraid and take care not to go wrong
I was expecting everything for song
I am so much influenced by lady smile
She has entered in life just before while’
Life seems to be so interesting and fine
I want to dance on floor with glass of wine
Miss, you can’t be so rude
For a word you have made prelude,
All warmth and affection you have included
Hate and distance you have excluded
I never expected you to cast
All doubts but trust should not last
You were the first to realize it fast
Reality known but never wore any kind of mast,
Your innocence and name is kind to infuse
Kind words for me but not meant to confuse
Time was for decision but you never refused
Always stood at right point and crisis defused
Even amidst delicate moments
You did not offer a word or comments
You were hurt most but you used simple word,
Is it blessings to you or gift from Lord?
I loved you most as your dearest friend
Still you didn’t put any word at the end,
Kept me at dark or asked or any excuse
Used otherwise it as pretext, denied or refused
'Miss' I miss you but you don’t miss,
Did not expect from you kind hug or simple kiss
Not even kind gesture or more of any show
Still I miss you and never beat eye brow
Will this uncertainty remain or go?
Life will be full of remorse but still I would forgo
Is there any restriction from your side or embargo?
You bear always “no entry” smile with logo
You called on me for good luck and best wishes
I remained dead as no water was available for fish,
May be it is very hard to swallow for some reasons
Why then there should be draught without any season?
I was quick to grasp situation,
Avoided unwarranted efforts for persuasion,
Shock was sudden and heavy but came very late,
I did accept it with grace and as part of fate
She didn’t become mine for some reasons
I waited simply for spring season
She too eagerly longed for strong bond
As I was inclined and very fond
She had everything to loose
But she had no option to choose
Why did she take extreme step?
She always used to call me as sweet babe
It may be her way of thinking
It left me high and dry with blinking
What should I call her sacrifice?
A step of dedication or break of promises?
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Sabeen Rashid It looked so picture perfect, how did it come to this? Now don't feel hungover and broken, cos every day is a feast and night, a token. Don't worry, this too shall pass. See the cloud with that silver lining? That's TOMORROW, a brand new day, waiting for you, to fill your life with sunshine again! So cheer up and smile, will you? : D
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Some Girl
An interesting contemplative write
sri devi17 minutes ago poetic
good Gajanan Mishra18 minutes ago nice Comment +1 nice
lovely composition 10
wow what a poem u wrote awesome
spring season, makes the poem.............
Buddy (If I'm interpreting it right) I have been there.
Love is well...confusing.
Sometimes we don't know why, sometimes we don't need to know. We'll always wonder.
But for me, the hardest thing is accepting what is. Well in my situation.
Did this ever become resolved? Did she ever give you an answer?
What a poem...! very lovely, the best I ever read.
you told every thing in a easy and rhyming words.Nice poem.