A Patch Up Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was patch up, good try and denial
We gave our relation a descent burial
We would come together to part again
It was often scuffle and washing brain

She was normal and very descent
May give in willingly and never resent
She won’t question anything beyond limit
Some of the things made her unpopular and unfit

She would come up with straight face
She won’t accept anything and try to trace
It was her adamant attitude that made it impossible
To continue for longer period and make it stable

I may be not free from complete blame
Though it was matter of great shame
How could two people not live under one roof?
When they lived happily with each other as proof?

As usual the day would start with good wishes
We may smile at each other and nicely finish
It will be beginning of the good day but bad end soon
It will pick up bad tempo by the start of the noon

Not all couples meet with such farce situation
There may not be good use with its continuation
It must be terminated for the best and good future
The relation may be maintained and assured

There may be reunion in coming days
If some reasonable is found on the way
The feeling does not go off that easily
Though the reasons given there of are very silly

We are part of civilized society
Some of the things are easily available in the city
The alternative can be easily found out for better relation
The severance of relation is not at all good indication

The relations are not built in a day or two
So much is taken into account and passed through
Its durability is matter of great concern
Everybody gets it tested turn by turn


It is considered as holiest of holy
The blame too should be shared wholly
Not one can be singled out for the failure
Everybody must take care and assure

It is easy to break the relation and part
The warmth and feeling too may depart
There will be love lost game and hatred
The message will be completely misread

It is nice to be loved from the distance
You can sight the number of instances
It will be strong desire from two willing souls
There won’t be any chance for creation of faults

It has to end very nicely
The life must go on promisingly
If things move on willingly
The problem can be overcome convincingly