Her Real Mind Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I knew her state of mind
Thorough gentle and kind
She never imagined
The ill luck might have be reigned

It did take place
She had lost confidence in race
Her ship really ran aground
The traces were never to be found

I was witness to whole cruise
She had lot many bruises
Nowhere to be disclosed
Only in me she reposed

I took her arm
And posed no harm
She was willing to side
And ready to confide

I feel about old scars
That may not vanish or go far
I shall try to give more comfort
Take her ship safely to port

No where takes place!
Such scene of bad phase
Love derailed and rendered shock
The tears had run out of stock

I reassure same rhythm
Yet she has to turn
The leaf and take care
Else who may come near and dare?