The Only One Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I go to her and cry
Put my head down and try
To calm down with inside turmoil
She curls my hair and never fail!

I always get hurt
When they start
Dirty game
And later on pass the blame

I prefer loneliness
When worries rush on face
The stress appears visible
And there sign of more trouble

Sometimes I think of retaliation
To bring an end of relation
Offer stiff resistance and tell on face
And if possible throw out from any future race

I am visibly moved
My apprehension can't be removed
I go to isolated place and remember
The only one that is holy mother