With All Blames Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
With All Blames
The star was broken
The end seemed immanent for love token
There was co-incidence
But it took place at once
“No I am snapping”
She was furious and knocking
Hands were raised high
She was not in mood to lie
Neither did I offer
Nor differed
But kept quiet
I took it as ill fate
She was not to be told
As it was not end of world
I wanted to gain time
She left hurriedly with all blames
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The star was broken The end seemed immanent for love token