At Our Best Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Light will be shed
When you will be likely to be dead
The memory shall hunt
For you to bear the brunt

He played his part
From the beginning or start
He was blindly in love
I surely bore in mind and believed

Time is so cruel
It doesn’t go well
With honest
Even if they hold in purest form

He had to leave me behind
As world was so unkind
He had to leave on various reasons
But I loved him as true and honest person

I shall miss his absence
But I have to accept the fact at once
Love is not to be weighed in favor or against
Even if we are loving at our best