Not Sad Enough Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She appeared little tense
"But not sad enough" I senses
She had sense of pride
To speak and confide

She maintained dignified silence
In my presence
And spoke through eyes
Without desperate try

It was sentimental
Like advice parental
"Never commit treachery"
That shall not be liked by almighty

Keep little fear in mind
Be always sympathetic and kind
Love is not commodity and for sale
Do not make it as joking tale

I saw the truth ringing
Like bell ringing
The ear drums were about to blast
She left the scene very fast