Out Of Gear Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The time gear has gone out of gear
All type of innocence and mlischief to bear
Not the golden days but fear may follow
No rest, no peace, no memory will allow

It was mother's hand that had kept you low
You were there troubling her and not intended to follow
The same is hunting you now and reminds
All that was good you missed and did not find

Time cycle may not be taken back
You were naughty and jumping jack
Same thing you followed in your youth and sought
That thing should have been avoided or not ought

It has gone with winds and disappeared
The consequences are now feared
Many things may come out of cupboard
That may off set you while walking on the road

It was not all that good you did
Now you resent and has no lead
Still you have third sense to read
The fall out in future before you are dead

It may not allow you to sit quiet
You may even try to forget
The memory may follow even in sleep
But it will stay forever even if you to try to give slip