Except Woes Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

'Truth may remain same
No one has to be blamed
Even if you ask thousand times
It may remain same sometimes

It is to be borne in mind
No where you can find
Your answers if they lie within you
This is fact and simply true

There can’t be forced love
It is give and take move
No one should be more demanding
In turns it is irritating and offending

You ask once, twice, thrice
It will meet sudden demise
As it lacks strength and courage
And later on becomes unbearable to manage

No one can afford to run away
It is expected to remain near and stay
But unholy alliance doesn’t last
It disintegrates and vanishes very fast

Once feelings are hurt and felt
The fragrance of love is never smelt
It is over the moment it is conveyed
You can later on watch as dismayed

There lies only bitterness and no feeling
It does more and more killing
Friends openly turn foes
We have nothing else except woes