Stress With Struggle Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

“I knew you were for me”
She spoke gently as if totally free
From shock she had suffered
And almost sunk with opinion differed

“I can’t hate whole world”
When my own family members turned cold
I was reminded and repeatedly told
Never agree for soul being sold

It was nightmare
I had only sky to stare
Count stars and assume about treachery
Where was my savior the almighty?

After years I saw her
Same spirit and same face to appear
Rose I would name her to fit as well
She was before me to speak or tell

One thing I must confess
In my prayers too I had same face
All the smiles with red cheeks
I wanted in life time to seek

She is dearest and dearest
Gold, diamond and above all best
I never intended to call her for test
It was all my desire to be put at rest

How do I continue without her presence?
I shall seek answer from her at once
I hope for her to be reasonable
Never to feel at odd to invite stress with struggle