No Regret Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No Regret

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I received a letter of regret
Some one disclosing me to let
That he loved me a lot
But the battle was lost

He was narrating about my appearance
It looked beautiful with charm at once
He missed the train and lost the golden chance
How come it can be repeated and availed at once?

I laughed at his stupidity
Words lacked sincerity and good quality
It showed his uncertain mind and inability
It spoke poor of him with mind's instability

He was living under false dreams and illusion
Not much to say but reveal only confusion
How can person take me to highest peak?
When he was unable to think and very weak?

He went on to add about his hidden wish
He wanted me as his bride with world to finish
But alas! He could speak nothing and lost me
Now he felt it as lost chance but got courage to tell it free

I could only laugh at his foolishness
Enough water had flown in river without any usefulness
But same man was before me telling his regret
I could only smile at his being foolish with fate

I love people who dash against wall
Seize the opportunity and respond to gravest call
That is becoming of a hero and ideal
Life can then be spent with happiness and look real

I could not resist my temptation
How could he think of restoring relation?
He had seen enough of left behind
Now what else was there left to find?

'Look man' there is no fun in reiterating past
I said with firmness and told him to finish fast
Such claim can bring bad name to relation

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 22 March 2012

Marietta Mardirossian The picture for a start tells everything, the words are powerful and strong, poignant too! I like it a lot! 41 minutes ago · Like

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 22 March 2012

I received a letter of regret Some one disclosing me to let That he loved me a lot But the battle was lost

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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