In Smoke

My joy went up in smoke, It was hard blow and stroke Someone had tried to blow To interrupt the smooth flow I shall go down May be mistake of my own She can think and form opinion Alas! It was short and sweet misinformation I must confess and not argue She is right in her view How can one over look sentiments She has right for resentment I shall not see her again As she has anguish and pain She may realize soon and think I had not a word against her to ink She was best and intelligent Every word had impact and movement How best she was at quick grasp? She had easy go at any task I may miss her forceful bye Even though I had desperate and vain try I know she may be broke and in tears I too here feel bad and suffer She represents woman race Forceful views with support in all the cases I have seen her making the chase Plotting it on canvass to look beautiful page I shall be careful in future Make it look doubly sure Why some one should feel bad at all? We must give away instead of making it difficult as wall