Dead Sure

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Human soul had died in me I had become like animal and free Waiting for easy and lovely pry It was only desire but surging with wild try For many days I had eye on her She too gave an easy pass to stranger This made me to think little more Why not have try if she is for? It was not the case so She was new to village and preferred to go In casual manner with everybody She was like natural flower and happy I lured her to come near She was now seized with fear The flower was about to be crushed I grabbed her forcefully and pushed I could see danger in her eyes This made me forceful try I stalled her move for any cry She was laid motionless and dry The animal in me had done job She was almost forcefully robbed It was no gentleman’s work I too felt guilty with no honorable words For many days I wondered And thought about guilty to be ordered No such thing must take place in future I was restless in mind but not at all sure It was dead sure that I shall not honor For whatever I thought in near future It will vapor with fresh air’s flow I will be same again with new flow

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