Back Again Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I slipped into memory
For those days of agony
There was only sorry to express
As shine had disappeared on face

It reminded me also of hard days
When her absence was felt far away
When she used to come and smile everyday
I was at her service for most of the day

Those were the golden moments
When I sued to feel no absence
She was almost there for rest of the time
Suddenly misfortune struck before time

She picked some wrong sense
I was pushed to corner and made tense
It was her style to remain at the bay
Keep no contact in oblivion all the way

Some of her utterances were really ringing
Like melodious voice to trouble me while imagining
She will come and invade my memory any time
I will then remain puzzled for more of the time

I prayed god not to take her away
At least from making contact even after long way
It had nothing to do with love affairs
It was purely an attachment and looked fair too

I will call her a magic queen
Literary figure not commonly seen
She was rising star and my first acquaintance
I considered my self as happiest person to have her by chance

She resurfaced all of sudden with misgivings
For all along years I was honestly craving
She did all sorts of complaints but finally agreed
I was back again in game as fortune had provided me with lead