Take It Over Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I know death is taking me over
There is no fun in asking for any cover
It was not this before and never be so
I will pack all my belongings and go

How will that become possible?
Through out life you love had kept me thirsty
You smiled there waiting for an easy entry
Longed for such occasion shrouded under mystery

But what is happening to me?
Why I feel confined and not free?
What smells bad from your lovely talk?
Why my feet crumble and refuse to walk?

Oh God, am I going to be cheated?
Is all these things smell foul or related?
The gentle touch forced me to retaliate
The lovely atmosphere was about to vitiate

Nothing was going to be very good
I sensed her talk as poisoned food
It had no delicious touch and fragrance but a foul smell
Oh it was casting doom and not spelling well

My lips went dry in anticipation
It was dangerous participation
I must say no to overtures
As it might spell doom for sure

Fear grips me for closing eyes
I may see wrong and hear lies
What if I can’t come out of embrace?
Bad consequences and danger in such case

I forgot about romantic death
I shivered and wanted shower or bath
I was sweating with compete fear
How much agony and pain I have to bear?

I pushed him back and turned at wall
It was out right refusal for bad call
I slammed the door and showed the exit
The scene was dreadful and can’ be considered as fit