A Fair Trial Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Can some one find lost oldie?
has she lost charm as goldie?
she looses a year every year
is that deafening her ear?

Birthday may come and go?
bitter memories should always forgo
the steps must be always slow
age fastens up as you grow

Is it really a tragedy?
is life not in sense comedy?
there is no option or remedy
you don't have to be greedy

Every year you fear of birth date
you are lazy and respond very late
may you do not like it and hate
then you must clearly state

it is greetings for the new year
not to throw old cloths and new one to wear
it is refining for self my dear
so many wishes to be acknowledge and hear

you forget other's birthday just to fight
you have no more sheds or light
may be vision has dimmed with sight
you may have reasons to feel right

friends may alway remain friends
till it may reach dead end
lovely and beautiful mornings may come every day
teach us new things and show the way

Birth dya is not just to celebrate
It converys friendship and vibrate
Good bond and feelings around
Belonging and closeness is found

Let it remain It tact
This is real fact
Only one has to sicnerely act
Piclk threads and collect

What else you need in human relationship?
Can that guide you for the safety of the ship?
Can that remove tears when you are about to weep?
I am for the fair trial and friendship to keep