Miles Away Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I might be thousands of miles away
When letter is still on its way
It may speak of all what I wanted
And how I was deprived and haunted

You acted as per wish and treated
I was all for good treatment meted
Yet there was no sign from your side to relent
I tried several times through friends and sent

You might be correcting your action
You too may be weighing it s reaction
I was all for highest regard at heart
It was not at all giving me good start

I could sense some trouble if offing
I was going down with fever and coughing
People got know of it and were laughing
Heat was bleeding as if some one was knifing

How do I express my feeling in simple way?
It all suggested you were going away
I failed to judge the impeding danger
It was proving difficult and lone stranger

How you females judge the honest person?
Can’t you see the mild heart with some reasons?
Don’t you want that some one should care?
Lead your way to safety and take somewhere

I am silent spectator but with difference
I try to learn a lesson and draw the inference
Yet you make no mention and speak anything
It is baffling and pushes me to think something

I shall not allow myself to be carried away
I fond no possibility with hope of ray
You may treat me some time as untouchable
Even though I was I ardent lover and capable

I suspect no sinister motive in your attitude
You are tall with your status and gratitude
You harm no one and project clean one
Yes, but I am different from others or some one


You may think me as deserter or coward
You may also forget it and look forward
I shall bear no ill will or any grudge
You are the master of your destiny and good judge

We are a respected lot and have our own destiny
No one should try to assert or impose on any
It is not taking to any reasonable solution
Love and not the hate should be clear resolution

It is not running away from the unbearable situation
It should have proved counter productive with its continuation
Love and belonging is not a matter of any controversy
One may paint it gloomy or even remain excited and feel rosy