Under The Influence Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I don't listen to and care even
As you have pushed me and often driven,
Kept no words with full promise
I fear for life with early demise

Through out life I longed for those sweet words
Waited for them to fall like flowers on the roads
I grounded my ears to hear your mild foot steps
You made it like cat walk and as if to offer slap

Who made the cross road and why it is called?
Who raise the obstacles and why it is called wall?
Who pushed from the back and now can't be called as fall?
It is you who stood on the way and now blame on all

I shall listen to every thing from the grave
Raise my head silently and call self as brave
It is you to whom I devoted entire life
I dared not to wed you and made as wife

May be the situation at that time was different
From surface it did not look easy and apparent
But I did not create any noise or hue and cry
As I was very much down to earth and felt shy

You too remained adamant and under the influence
You tried to raise it but got no ample chance
We both failed to come at one point even at once
We never sought or lamented others absence