Poor King Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Poor King
She has left me alone
And preferred to be gone
With winds forever
Leaving behind fragrance of flower
How many days I have cried
The eyes have gone dried
It has nothing in store
I must find new source and explore
I felt from inner heart
Her presence as an art
She used to be present
Each time as heavenly sent
I loved and cared
Spoke words and dared
She will never hesitate
To hold me tight and retaliate
Such figure is no more
I am very much sore
In her absence
I loose my patience
I make heart little light
By depleting tears sans delight
It is pure and accidental shock
There is no room for happiness and jokes
I wish her rest and good birth
I miss her even after death
She was such nice human being
My beautiful queen and I being poor king
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She has left me alone And preferred to be gone