Someone Calls Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When someone call me honey it looks funny
But fact that it has ruined many
Yet preferred to deep by so many

Love is same
No one can blame
If ditched by some one then it is shame

Love blinds us for a moment
We leave in shattered condition to comment
But believe me it heavenly sent

Unfortunate are those
Who cheat and pose
As true lovers for us to suppose

Hate not for you were loved
Love for that you were saved
Not put to shame and nicely behaved

But if you carefully look
The relation is spoiled only by crooks
It should not even find mention in books

I for one may respect sentiments
It deserves neither condemnation nor comments
It is considered as set back moment

In fact it demands only sacrifice
Even though we shed tears at promises
But it has many lacunas and misses