Touch My Memory Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Touch my memory

Just touch my memory
Shake it will saying sorry
As you were not present
To tell me the things very sweet

I was nowhere
Near or far
As you had turned down
Offer of my own love

How could I see good world?
When you were ideally sold
To someone else
Making me so tense

I had desire to be
With you and feel free
But you had locked
As if to have joked with slap

I feel no regret
As it is simple fate
It makes no difference
But heart is disturbed and remains tense

I mean it wider sense
Love is no nonsense
It has power to pull
An make you happy and cheerful