Love Matters Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Many nights we spent together
Those were sweet days with laughter
We used to burst with loud voice
Really funny days with lots of promises

Yes, it was resolve with firmness
The words that were assuring smile on face
It was dream for future to be one
Not to be disturbed by any one

You can call it call as spring’s advent
Happiness all over with nice moment
Nothing to worry or fear from people
The days were over for any kind of struggle

But was it night mare to prove?
I am in sultry place to feel it true
She is no more in my dreamland
She has turned formidable foe from trusted friend

I fear midnight knock
Tears have run out of stock
I have no words to express
The gloom has occupied place on face

How shall I describe on page?
What has gone wrong with age?
I was all set to win her over
Why have I lost suddenly the cover?

I shall not regret her decision
That might have taken with true precision
Love matters less then the compelling situation
It must have no pain with number of questions