A Total Discard Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Though I am still not discard
The game is on and still on card
This was the best thing you could reward
You had decided to fall back and look back ward

It was within your command to reject
It was matter of great concern as subject
I was not in position to raise my head
You had all the way promised me to lead

I shall lick my wound
It may remain with me and look sound
The year may be difficult to go round
All difficulties may lie ahead and found

I shall not disclose or reveal
It won’t be good either to conceal
I have no intention to carry the pain
Let there be enough of trouble and rain

It may not heal altogether
I will have no strength to gather
It shall mess up everything to hit me hard
I have no other option left than to go forward