No Trace Of Him Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No trace of him
Monday,31st May 2021

My eyes are tired
and stand not admired
people make a joke
and use it as a masterstroke

it became known
that my love has flown away
leaving me behind
to find no one as the protector

days are troublesome
but nights also not blossom
worries ride
I can't decide

I go out with a lantern
with lots of concerns
to find you in darkness
but come back with sadness

it has become routine
I am unable to define
my role as your trusted companion
which has turned into hell from heaven

I look at the far end of the road
dark clouds hover
but you are seen nowhere
it creates concern and fear

Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D.Litt, Folt