Fast Draining Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Fast draining

Nothing I could do
To prove
My innocence
I kept quiet hence

If that was to be the fate
I was late
To grasp
And last

I had feared
Earlier and believed too
Such close relation may push me too far
I was looking at distant star

My prophecy proved right
I was to fight
For its continuance
But it was disrupted at once

The love causes flutter
And angers
But what can we do except remembering past?
The pain was draining me very fast