I Held Her Hand Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

</>I held her hand and requested
Tried to molly her and stand contested
It was never a betrayal that she feared
I beg her pardon and some what it was cleared

Lots of call per day at home puzzled her
Why so many females ring and bother
What makes them to make call at odd hour?
When he is away sometimes or on tour

This had made her to be suspicious
This remained for many days as continuous
This is quite natural for any female
As many husbands never try and fail

It warrants some love and true action
People don’t care much to the reaction
It brings to the stage on no return
Then whole scene is change in turn

It is not good to have hostile reception
The relation must remain cordial from inception
Husband and wife must act as one pair
There should be enough time to repair

It is natural to develop some misgivings
We are all made of one substance and called human beings
We react to some of the disliking
The end result is never striking

If some good sense prevails
Then any attempt to vitiate fails
It turns back to same relation
Room for any doubt goes out of question

Wife needs enough of care and attention
Some sweet words, praise and nice mention
She will have no room to complaint anytime
We must seize such opportunities sometimes