Something More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have nothing more to speak
Days are dreaded and nights are making me weak
She is fully fitted in memory box
Never to be forgotten after I made it hoax

It had made me blind
I was not clever enough to be kind
Enough water has flowed down since thereafter
Small leisure moments are left to think and utter

How that dear cuckoo makes me restless?
Sun never appealed me with brightness
I was in deep love with bright rays
It appeared from east to remain all the day

No doubt she knocks me from no where
I open the eyes but with no strength to dare
I have no answer to her questions
I can only lament and make little mention

Yes I deserved nothing in return
Yet it was not bad turn
Until I made it unholy
To be condemned wholly

Early morning walk makes my pace down
That lovely cuckoo reminds me of love zone
She used to fill it will melody of her own
I too had dreamed of it and was well known

She is no more near to me
Yet I feel like bonded free
Her invasion to privacy remains still live
I got to repent by heart and believe

If dead were speaking
I could have made it for asking
But alas! Dead are gone forever
Never to return to original fold ever

Memories are like coffin
Where lies only skeleton
With mountains of sweet moments
Only to refresh it and resent