Makes You Dead Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Makes you dead

Make sure
For future
Once you have suffered
That shall make you dead

For you, love is game
You feel no shame
For break up or failure
Again you are going to lure

Who knows it shall succeed?
With wrong feed
And you are readily jumping in fray
Love is no ground to play

What all you need is stability
With blessings from an almighty
That your life remains cool and calm
Causing no one any harm

Yes, you both are on extreme end
With no love or hate treed
But convenient to each other likes
That aspect is unfortunately striking