Except to cry

Thursday,18th July 2019

 

It was no good move

to prove

that I was right and you were wrong

we could make our life a beautiful song

 

at each point, I quarreled

and got misled

that you were cheating

and not greeting well

 

this is how I created a hell

for the world not to tell

that everything was not well

I didn't allow you to spell even a word

 

You were a good and kind dad

and said nothing

about our faults

but tried to build a good family

 

I have nothing left except to cry 

and try 

to be good to all

and create no such wall in life

 

I am in tears

and develop fears

that how shall I be a good wife

in this kind of torn strife

 

Hasmukh Mehta 

http://www/poemhunter.com/hasmukh-amathalal