The Grief And Her Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
The Grief And Her
It is my desire
That shall never expire
With little setback
And life when I start to track
I had tried several times
But you were not picking real themes
I was fully entangled in love
Which was left for you to believe?
I shall long
And shall prove not wrong
When comes to real test
I shall try my best
Why can’t you come forward?
And hold my hand
With only one word
And I shall rush toward
It is my goal
To settle
In life
With you as good wife
Don’t make me cry
As it is earnest try
I can’t share more grief
I don’t want to cry to get relief
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It is my desire That shall never expire