With Your Charm Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

With your charm



Make no excuses

As I refuse to be drawn

In your game

And feel shame



I was blind

To find

You’re magic

As misplaced and tragic



I was about to be over physically

And sink in water deeply

But good counsel prevailed

And all your attempts were failed



I shall not be fooled again

To experience shock and pain

And never to regain old glory

With so much to feel bad about and sorry



Go else where

And dare

With your charm

I beg to remain unharmed



*courtsey.. j9 poetry