A deadly hit
She failed to make it
It did hurt and deadly hit
I knew she will come
I was ready to welcome
It was her desire
She wanted something to acquire
It was not at all expected
She had high regards and respected
I wanted her not to weep
Consoled her all the time to keep
Clam posture with no concern
It can be any body’s turn
I heard her woes and felt sorry
She was passing time with great worry
She had all the way kept thinking
Unfortunately she was out for sinking
What was I expected to do?
Alley the fears and attempt to woo
One should always stand by in crisis
This should be words of promises
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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