He Is Gone Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

He might have deserted you
Also put to lots of incontinence through
But main concern is deception
He followed it even from inception

You had no choice but accept
The way he chose darkness and kept
Little uneasy course to fall in line
Nothing went smooth and very fine

It was do or die approach
You bore anguish and pain as such
You were unhappy from the heart
Still you kept quite and did not start

He robbed you not of cash or ornaments
But your love, trust and sentiments
It was unmaking of complete companion
There was no alternative left but to break the union

You may get proposals and compromise formula
It may be full of deception and lacuna
It may again harm your interests
You must take care and strive for the best

You have lost the valuables and treasure
It has not restricted your pleasure
You were happy then and now
You have not surrendered and refused to bow

You have carved out your own kingdom
You have enough of strength and freedom
You live up to expectations and excel
Everything was destined to be speaking and very well

It is moral strength that has worked nicely
Even though he had come out and acted rudely
He was never a trusted man and friend
He was likely to spoil the life at the end

You have acted tough with the situation
Though it was not your clear intention
You were willing to for its clear retention
His behavior always disturbed and drew your attention


There was ulterior motive behind
You were not able to judge or find
Still it occupied your most of your time
Your trust only proved to be a great crime

You tried to do away with apprehensions
Tried to loose the ends without any mention
Many of your friends suggested early prevention
You were still ignorant of his intentions

It is greatness of devoted and sincere woman
Lots of harm is done by wicked man
No one can claim absolute worry free life
As it is compared to sharp edge of the knife

He was not ceremonially knocked out
He was to be whole blamed for rout
The story is not worth to mention about
Still it is tragic tell and press is to mount

You have not shunted or pushed
He has committed folly and rushed
You are not left alone
Even though he has left and gone