Not A Single Day Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I did not expect an early end
I even did not suspect we may cease to be close friend
Yet it became all of sudden
Now we are not seeing even

It was earnest love
We both loved and moved
It was close and intimate
We could mix and freely relate

Not a single day will pass
Without your glimpse
I was always search her
Find her very close and near

Now she has taken decision
To end he relation
Without any confusion
She once said too' no ore questions'

I am taken back
As so much is a stake
My hear is broken
It was her love token

I shall move on
But memory shall remain
To dig ill last breath
Till I meet death