Very Bad Quality Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Very bad quality

I waited in my room on first night
He was at the door in full mood as Mr. Right
I lowered the eyes to wait for some more closeness
To raise my veil and look at the face

Nothing of that sort happened as he dropped
He was fully drunk and on my feet stopped
He murmured some thing and got suddenly lost
I became restless as it had made tremendous thrust

He was before me lying totally asleep
I controlled my anger but could not keep
The tears rolled on the face and saddened
My night was spoiled as stance was hardened

The bride has so many dreams in first contact
Beautiful memory to carry on whole life and to be kept
Here my ground was becoming slippery
It added some new dimension in the form of worries

He was smelling bad and had no control
Probably he had drunk in excess at friend's call
I am liberal to certain extent but this was not alright
I slowly walked over to him and put off the light

I wondered about the tragedy of life
What kind of feeling to carry as a wife?
It was not end of the life but very bad beginning
I hoped next day may be brighter and shining

Next day was no good either but even darker
He was addict to many things and even chain smoker
He had enough of wealth but totally addicted
He rose to beat me when I slightly reacted

I had no other option but to fall in line
Take stock of the situation and put everything on side line
I was sure of mending the situation with lots of courage
This was not alarming but required cool mind to manage

People talk of liberty for women
Enough of freedom with movement even
But in fact they are worst sufferer with high dose of brutality
Under the disguise of male domination we demonstrate very bad quality