Dearest Jadia Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I remember it was her
At other end to say “hello sir”
I appeared first time as poet
Simple man and totally quiet

I forgot her really not from heart
But yes now out of mind as part
She was my tutor and guide
Lot more to speak about poems and confide

I have grown fast thereafter
She has remained quite near
I was called “dearest uncle”
So after to take out from trouble

My nick name was Jadia*
Fat person to be known in India
With her it was almost strong association
Permanent bond and some sort of close relation

I used to weep when she came on line
It was perfectly tuned in with my smile
I used to smile and sometimes roar into laughter
But in all the cases it was case of “missing partner”

Something has taken place and bond is broken
Only words are to be remembered as spoken
Sometimes I burst into tears and weep
It becomes hard to retain emotion or keep

Some people come in your life as fragrance
It is not at all arranged but by chance
It may be, you can say, just gift to make you sad
Not for any reasons but for remaining log time happy and glad

Yes, I suffer now from close association
It had nothing to do with cast or religion
I remember her from deep corner of heart
It is very difficult to forget some from treacherous art

It has nothing to do with romantic relation
Neither had it faced social nor other question
It might have been fear angle or some sort of insecurity
I wish her to be happy, prosperous and pray to almighty

*Jadia… fat... Jadia... Or person who embeds the stones as jeweler