It Was Joke Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

“It was joke” she whispered
I could hear it as murmured
She was opening little mouth
It was plain and naked truth

My life was under smoke
I gave you hint and spoke
Yet you failed to grasp
It was certainly last laugh

I was listening to her
She was adding lies to bother
A no stage she spoke in clear terms
Now she was making different turn

“Why did you pick on me”? I turned wild
She remained calm and mild
I was shivering with her cold approach
She remained same and offered nothing as such

I had spoken about moon and stars
Moments before they remained near and dear
She broke the silence to push me away
I could think of nothing to find way

Yes, she might have point to prove
I thought for a while and did not disprove
It appealed me less now as road clearly was laid open
Now to talk about relation was simple fun

I thought of an illusory world
I was detached now from lovely fold
She dashed me on the barren ground
Love was again to be found