At The Cost Of Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

At The Cost Of



You will beg
With love’s tag
But I shall not relent
At present

You are welcome
To come
And go at will
That shall never kill my spirit

If you have forgetful nature
Make it sure
You are leaving forever
I shall treasure it and remember

Nobody can weaken my spirit
As it makes me fit
To counter any onslaught
I have been befittingly taught

I shall cherish
And finish
Day with simple memory
With delight and no more sorry

I shall mourn
But not turn
At the cost of modesty
A dictate from an almighty

At The Cost Of
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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