Until The Last Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She did not give up until the last
You had moved to her very fast
She was like flower and very fresh
Still you preferred to desert and thrash

She has nothing to give
Except to let it go and forgive
No one may listen to or believe
There is no other option to be lead and live

She may not prefer the tears to fall
May be it is not worth the call
Let there be crash of sentimental wall
The promises made may still remain very tall

There is no escape route or window
It is useless to run after shadow
There is nothing to offer in hand
You just care for her as true friend


She may not open her mouth
The dangerous wind may flow from south
It may lift gently her veil
All other moves really fail

There was nothing except to believe
To share the views and possibly to live
It may not be easy and smooth way
It was still worth and not to give it away

She may not live more to tale the truth
She has served you well in her youth
You deserted her in the time of need
You were totally guided by pure greed

She has no word for remorse
She has nothing to reveal as lost force
She may leave once for all for heavenly tour
It may leave deep scar and visible slur

Nothing to compare with her as very good wife
The time was passed very smooth in life
She stands for sacrifice and devotion
Life may come to grinding halt and stop the motion