May End Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
May End
May end soon
They call me whore
But adore
In night
To their delight
I am seen from one angle
As simple sex symbol
For their joy
And to enjoy
I am served with lavish dishes
But I finish
With sadness
On face
Toss ell body
Daily
To the people of no liking
The thought is always striking
I play on
The game is never won
Life may end soon too
It may be engulfed by gloom
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I play on The game is never won Life may end soon too It may be engulfed by gloom