He Is No More Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

In dead night Long ring on land line
Woke me up suddenly from sleep fine,
I was not drunk or had taken wine
Eyes remained half open with light’s shine

I knew it was her calling from that end,
I had many messages to send,
Neither she cared to pick up not to attend
I decided not to give her time to mend,

“May I speak to so and so mister?
“I am not dolly but her sister”
I was raging from inside and not in good mood,
I lost my speech and motionlessly stood,

“He is no more and left for abode” I replied
“But had left some message with secret code”
We are in shock and in bad mood
for many days we have taken no food

She was on line but trying to hide
Taking deep breath for something to hide
I heard her voice choked with grief,
She had spoken only few words for brief

I thought of slapping her and scolding,
more shocks and stories kept on unfolding
She was not in mood to compromise
Tried to remind of old promises

I was unhappy with her attitude
She should have expressed her gratitude
I was altogether wit her for anything
She too was special and something

She had strong reservation for being very close
Wanted every detail in minute to disclose
I too was not averse to the idea of freedom
It was also one step forward towards wisdom

I gathered strength to be frank enough
She tried to be unreasonably funny and tough
I still restrained myself and kept her in good humor
I was not ready to afloat any more rumor

I tried to offer words with solace touch,
It was enough and not required much,
Lesson was meant to be taught not to act such,
Life was to prove dark even without torch,

She was in distress and also in pain,
she had tried her best but all in vain,
I could not informed her due to some reasons
She was in tears and in fact very good person

Well, it happens with all the newly wed couples
It is difficult to adjust and match in with doubles
As singles they had great liberty and freedom
The sweet talk was to be restricted and upper voice seldom