Till Last Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I tolerated enough of him till last
He was not coming to expectation very fast
I had no other go but to depart
Find some other means to stay away and part

It is easy to pass the blame
Feel easy and cause the shame
Yet something is done unfairly
Such gesture is seen rarely

Why love must suffer in all the respect?
Why it must speak of ill with the act?
Why one should come out with bad reaction?
When it is doubtful to speak of noble action

I may not be the first person to feel same
Before me many might have felt in game
It is endless suffering and does not go off easily
Rest of the time is not spent quiet happily

I have dilemma over past memory
At heart I feel punch and feel sorry
Love and attachment should never cause any kind of worry
It leaves behind mental imbalance to carry

Few tear drops rushed on the face
I had to take bold step in any case
It was not of my doing yet was put to trouble
It was not simple but more of struggle

I can raise my head and walk along road
There is no remorse for any kind of load
I feel relieved of torture and pain
At least at has stopped mental drain

I speak of very high about bond and relationship
It is equally important to carry on with companionship
But if some hole is detected during the commencement of journey
The head must be lowered for prayer to almighty

We, the women, are not pawn in the fame
Let the cruelty or attack from any direction come
We shall fight for cause and rule
No one can simply make us fool


We are very mild at heart
It is natural gift and art
Ladies are specially blessed to bear brunt
Yet people go after them and desperately hunt