Enemy Within

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Don’t breakup as I had been yours Number of beautiful dreams was ours We decided to make it heaven We cared for little things even We were drawn initially by outer show I too was immature and did not grow We threw all our lots to beautiful dreamland Moved hand in hand freely in fairy’s land It was never you who let me down You always praised my eyes brown You just preferred me and not by noun You had promised me let go even crown I found earth so wonderful All ponds and rivers had water full Nature too appeared fine and not dull App appeared wonderfully nice and cool Clear sky with glittering bright stars Silver shining rays seemed with no distance far Suddenly it became known it was going to dry It was going different way I don’t know why? I had heard many times happy relation end very soon There was to be autumn for end of boom Nothing was to be worked out in closed room Happiness was to end with decadence of gloom Nothing was moving on expected lines Everything in doldrums with absolutely no fines What was I to do with sudden “U-turn? Watch its early demise and tearfully mourn I had offered everything that was to be done All with sincerity and sparing efforts none Still it was proving hard nuts to crack Life train was not moving and skidding off the track Life can move on easily with two fine wheels Clear understanding with powerful will What efforts do I make to make it more worthwhile? Simple devotion and to walk for an extra mile I am almost pushed to the deep corner I have explored all possibilities to garner I am not sure of succeeding in new Endeavour I only want his support and not simple favor I think it is crucial that both should hold together No worldly things influence us or bother We try to follow and understand each other Though it is very simple to inch further The total mess should end up in healthy relation Break up must be ruled out as out of question How to move further should be the main criteria? Not to woo each other or making fresh plea I will hold it fast unto end of life You need not prove to be an ideal wife What may make it worth while and trust worthy? There should be real trust and not simple apathy

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