Inner Cry Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I claimed for which was not mine
I gave which was dear and divine
She still has her space and corner
What more I need to think and offer!

I have seen her golden days
So glorious and happy stay
She used to shine as great poetess
I had seen her empire with shining face

I did not know about her move
She might have many people around to prove
I was unaware and moved silently
But maintained relation till presently

It appeared from that she was tricked to believe
Adjust priorities and led to relive
It proved as disaster and brought her to knees
She suffered failure and was down with tease

She herself only know the fact
Where to align and where not to act
She is best among all and needs care
What do I say anything for more?

She is fine human soul
Responds to each sincere call
I love from my deep chamber
She is worth to remember

She might have lost some peace
Life might not have been at ease
Yet it is her great generosity
Pure humanitarian gesture with top quality

She has not told me to leave
Yet I may wait for her to crave
Tell flat no and bid good bye
Even though it will worst incidence of inner cry