With Demand Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The temporary illness
Made me unwilling to face
The cruelty of death
I feared each count of breathe

I am not novice
But not unwise too
The drop in Hemoglobin made me desperate
I became discouraged believed in lat day’s fate

“It is temporary and may soon improve upon”
“Friends may visit and comment soon”
From inside I was broken
I sunk to a level and fallen further

I believe in destination
That is how I come closer to relation
I value friends and relatives
And remain not selective

You need someone all the times
Wife had been there with precious times
She may serve me despite her illness
I always find in her eyes real happiness

So such is human feeling
You get hurt when get ill or fail to sing
With whatever is in mind!
I am once again on feet with demand