Don'T Hate Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Don’t hate me my beloved
I must be forgiven and pardoned
As some of the facts are not known
I can’t make it for others own

Love can’t be made reason to hate
It comes like spring in life very late
Not all the people are lucky or fortunate
Who can understand it properly and relate

I could have been most lucky person
Yes, still I have to hold back for some reasons
I come to the point where return is impossible
If I do so then more and more people will be in trouble

How can I degrade persons who love me honestly?
They have come out in open with feelings and earnestly
I try to follow their wished and respond positively
Alas! I could do it with some soft corner nicely

Unfortunate persons are those die friendless
Have you ever seen their gloomy face?
They may be searching for something unique
Despite so much hostile reception from the critics

I am very sure of friend’s response
They were truly appreciative in sense
I could well judge them and act
But I could not that is real fact

What is there to realize when autumn has fully set?
How can I try for others to know or let?
How can I drag them in my holy crusade?
When I know fully well that it is difficult to forbade

My conscious bites when I think more
I try to go for reasons to explore
I find none and suddenly sadness takes over
Memory too deserts and refuses the cover

I had been near to the death jaw
That is how I experienced it and saw
Nothing seemed to me inevitable as excuse
I though of declining all offers and refuse

This is how you are feeling bad
I myself is in shock state and feel bad
I shall take complete blame on myself
And claim no treasure in sea shelf

So don’t hate my dear as I love more
I always try to come close and explore
But can do nothing for some unknown compulsions
I see no room for its discussions

I have few more months to live
The pain and trauma may end and relieve
As my soul may travel beyond and body remain behind
You may see the reasons and honestly find