Present Very Fast Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I can't blame by gone
It is already done
By cruel hands of time
Miss it never any time

Go by what happened in past
Allow them to flood and last
It serves no purpose
As we have no choice

No doubt, it serves as pointer
We were all happier
That what we are today
But we have no other way

It was missed opportunity
With lots of blessings from an almighty
Things went wrong and we moved on
The life struggle was waged and seized upon

Love to think about silently
And talk about presently
Compare with golden past
But come down to present very fast