Seen Again In Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Seen again in

The season had gone away
Bringing another on the way
Spring had disappeared
Autumn seems neared

I believed in new change
And accepted in young age
It was meant for all changes
To write something on new pages

Someone approached me with an offer
But I was like river
Calm and quiet but in position to alter
The flow and direction thereafter

"Look I am independent" and can't tied
With words never to be lied
He hesitated for moment
I seized positive that moment

I knew he may develop cold feet
He will try to soothe and greet
And desert
When time is opportune to exert

So I turned down
And made wish known
He was not to be seen again
As it had no importance to remain