Time Was Fair Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Time was fair

Not in anticipation
Not in wildest Imagination
The poetry stands in relation
With suffering of people and ties elevation

Poetry must present reality
With no pity
Or blaming love cycle
Humanity is on trial

Time shall never be taken back
As lot many things are on stake
You may have your memory
But never cut sorry

Lot has an edge
With a gee
It may get old
Btu turn into gold

So get well
And tell
People with white hair
That your time was very fair