No To Her Death Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She had expressed number of times
I used to laugh at it sometimes
But she was serious with her intent
She was so possessive at present

We were together since long
Not that any time we went wrong
But she carried an impression
There was some sour test in relation

I would say her not to repeat
With each word I used to sweat
It was never a wish to ill treat
But unfortunately turned out be our fate

Now she is laid before me
Totally motionless and care free
I stare at her eyes and keep calm
What had I done to her any harm?

It is now time for mourning
No time for it to perform in morning or evening
It is sad event and needed painful remorse
I was upset and dead of course

She used to say many times about her desire
Do not leave behind any of my works to satire
I did whatever I could in normal capacity
I was even thou yours but stood to poor quality

People come near to offer wreath
It is respect over her death
She may want more peace
Life was all that she spent at ease

I love her to be whispered
My last words in her ears to be murmured
“I was not selfish at all my darling”
I had only wish to keep you always smiling

Forgive me for being so straight
Even though I may little late
It was our happy union till last
But you took decision so fast