The Point Of Relation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It was no fun
When ran
Across comment
And attentively heard argument

She was sore
And therefore
Cried for moment
With enough of resentment

It was me alone
That had gone
Against her wish
When she had yet not finished

I was afraid
When she laid
Some conditions before friends
I though it may bring end soon

So I cut her short
With immediate form of order
To clarify her position
And clear the point of relation