My Toss Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
My Toss
With smiling face
Let me race
With chase
Leaving behind no trace
The pain was, as if, not there
There existed no fear
I bore no fear
There was no drop of tears’
I shall bear no grudge
And budge
From own stand
As I fully understand
Love, as has been, no game
I blame
No one but self
Not realizing what is in shelf
I shall show to none
Even though the happiness has gone
I stand for no loss
But future is my toss
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With smiling face Let me race With chase Leaving behind no trace
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