Mark Of Decline Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Autumn is really mark of decline
As we near to old age and not feel fine
Same way many diseases may make permanent home
Affect the whole body and will not be welcome

It is reflection of nature’s mood
Green leaves turn yellow sans food (nourishment)
The grief stricken body may also turn yellow
The autumn forces them away to be thrown

Life is evergreen with arrival of spring
It shows cheers along with many things to bring
Flowers, with red colors, enjoy blossom
The rarity of scene is witnessed seldom

“Anyhow all stages are important?
No season can be preferred for instance
Life cycle moves in from all the directions
The changes may be reflected with full action

No one may prefer to beat a drum
In death ceremony to welcome
Likewise spring may be liked by all
But autumn is very much there to invite fall

So wait for another round
Rain is there to be found
It may give chance to earth
To replenish with more losses made by death