hasmukh amathalal (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)
I know you rarely speak
But make me completely weak
When I rise to stick the stand
You refuse me and fail to understand
I fall like mango fruit
It fails to appeal me or suit
How could I blink at those eyes?
Which were once open to my simple try?
No doubts you were like ivory idol
Carved out from glass as doll
I used to rejoice at simple appearance
Now I have lost it to as rare chance
Nothing to exchange now in form of words
Nothing to look behind as an action afterward
I am lying on ground with clopped wings
A bird alright but no melody in praise to sing
She promised me to be mine
It all appeared pleasing and fine
I was prepared to go for an extra mile
Something unusual took in between for a while
What was charm in her simple look?
Like good smell coming out from food as cooked
Where to start and where to end
She was like angel and heavenly sent
I was simple man in race
Completely lost in glamorous and innocent face
I asked for hand to be permanent
She had something else to comment
"No, dear I can't side with you"
This is correct and only true
What was fun then in any try to woo?
My all energy got lost and forbidden me to flew
I now look at no other charm
If not help but certainly they may harm
I wished warmth and long spell
But here was different story to tell
I am dying of literally death
Some one may come and offer floral wreath
"Here lived an simple soul as poet"
No more words now as he is now quiet"
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