Feel Week Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was no joke
But clear master stroke
That forbade me to speak
And made to feel weak

With wind blown against
I stood firm and did best
For not losing hope
To survive and stop crying

I am not feeling sad
Because she is dead
But the way she deceived us
And it really pushed us into unhappiness
The dark zone appeared
Our peace was threatened or feared

I shall wish same luck
For all not to struck
The ill fate
And bring gloom

The destiny is decided
We are just aided
by relatives to calm down
as grief belongs to us and we own

What do I do?
Mental agony and pain I pass through
I look at sky and measure hollowness
No expression comes on face