Love With Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She had reason to tell me
As she commanded her will and was free
To show the door and shunt me out
I had roughly handled her and talked about

What does individual freedom mean?
How come with scan respect you can win?
That too with lovable heart and escape
With immunity and peacefully sleep

She was taken for granted
Used and abused whenever I waned
That went on little longer
She had now strong resolve with anger

“Don’t you ever dare” she snarled
I saw burst of lava when she hurled
Stone in air to frighten and scare
I thought for a second that she was fare

How long ladies can tolerate?
Domination from male and never state
Sky has limit but here it was endless
Smile never rushed on her face

She had taken bold decision
Resisted all the moves that were with indecision
She did it on face of my displeasure
Yet she was once again very much sure

Time is ripe now for all women
To come in terms with right men
If they fail to discharge obligation
The only way left to them is end of relation

It shall remain painful
But to tolerate it is also sinful
One must bear it with patience
Yet it will be unfair to love with its presence