Severe Jolt And Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Severe jolt

Where have gone those days?
When we were talking of future days
How shall we be planning?
And spending evenings

You too asked number of times
And I picked it several times too
We were agreeable to everything
Then what went wrong to bring result?

I don't know what blow was delivered
Why did we parted and differed
It was no one's fault
It was shock and severe jolt

You were made of dark wood color
Real, original and for someone to wonder
I was in for acceptance
But oh god! I missed chance

What shall we! What shall we!
It whispers in me
I try to pick thread
An d feel completely dead