All Tears In Sea Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Your tears may flow and fill the sea
It is not “You” or “Me but only “We”
I prayed for shed under the tree
I wanted all to feel great and free

You wanted to be little away
I had no words to offer or say
How could I be possibly given in?
You were in your lovely and looked teen

Should I term it as saddest day if at all?
Can I take it as sincere and final call?
Am I failing clearly to see it on wall?
Will it prove or result in my down fall?

Will I be wiped out from her memory?
Will she go away from me to marry?
Does she have excuses to find it many?
Was it only for making glad and to feel merry?

I must let her go out of the hook
She must feel no ill will in her book
I may be termed as dishonest and crook
She must be definitely in hunt for nice look

She must have her say and correct decision
She may not have foresight or clear vision
She has her life to be mauled in a shape
How can she offer simply for abuse or rape?

I will do nothing to wound her feelings
She may hell bent upon her own killing
I shall have no say whatsoever to guide
It is matter of great concern but not pride

This is how we respect the human nature
Nothing can be taken for granted or for sure
How can one predict about nature and assure?
So uncertain is life and same can be for future

I shall not be deviated from stated stand
I can’t prevail or push her to the dead end
I must try in a possible way to mend
She was all along my best and true friend


Life may mushroom in any style
We may go on spending it meanwhile
Still there is something more to be done
By gone should not be taken as permanently by gone

Day may come when you will have everything to repent
You may curse your self and possibly lament
There won’t be time left to offer any comment
Nothing may be yielded even after feelers are sent

Never say no to any lively and lovely moment
Heavenly moments can be spent in simple tent
Why do we need palaces when open sky is there?
Cool breeze, morning light and greenery can be found everywhere