Real People Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I really missed her
She was real rose flower
Pink and elegant
In my mind always present

I cared and nourished
Sincerely wished
And extended hand
To remain till end

She did not answer
But not rejected either
It was her resolve
I did not force to solve

Love is no commodity
That is put by almighty
Each individual takes it differently
Its form can not be defined presently

It leaves behind tale of misfortune
Life never sings again in tune
I remain dry with memory unforgettable
Life is off the hook and unstable

Real people make no noise
They hold on with promise
"Possession of person is immaterial"
Most unfortunate part is its denial