Self Sought Help Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

What a glorious past!
That had to last
So abruptly
And sadly

The happy moments have been forgotten
Either they are stolen
Or snatched by force even
We both were really mistaken

Now we are ways apart
Not at all part
Of beautiful journey
That was supposed to be our destiny

Let us evolve
And solve
The burning question
That has wrecked our relation

Life is not carried after
With hurried goal
It has to be sought
Without wrongly being caught

Let us stand together
And offer
Hand to hand help
Without bothering for self