Look Back With Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Look back with

Gone are not the days
But not the memory of un-parting ways
How were those days of prime importance?
We never missed them even at once

What were we doing in those golden moments?
Looking at sky as if made pair in heaven and sent?
Never to miss company even for a second
Swim likes fishes in transparent pond

Whole colorful world to enjoy and see
Hand in hand and roam very free
No fear and mistrust any time
Little sweet fight in evening sometimes

What may leave behind for our children?
A nice forecast of future all of sudden
Even this companionship is not realized yet!
We dream and decide the ultimate fate

Calm and cool nights help nothing
Yet transmit signals for something
See the days in life bright and sunny
Smile always and try to be funny

Take everything in challenging mood
Don’t be burdened with bread and food
Search for common but permanent roof
That may make days wonderful with full proof

When children may notice our departure?
It may remind them to make life secure
Our gray hairs may make them to feel
The shows are to be staged and not attempted to steal

Even if you try to be little human
Prove worthiness of man of woman
It shall be leaving behind a trail of significance
That may speak of volumes not attained by chance

What are past, present and future?
Until you make them live and assure
either you add rainbow colors or keep blank
No one may question but certainly not thank