And Rewrite Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

And Rewrite



It is past glory
That we feel sorry
Once high with head
Now it is completely dead

Think of no past
Even if it was glorious and not to last
It is wisdom of nature
And makes it sure

Old vanishes
And comes up fresh
With new flowers
From natural showers

We have powerful ancestral history
And we never worry
For already dead braves
They are now in grave

It is good to take care
Nourish them with fresh water
Allow room for new branches to emerge
And rewrite their appearance on page

Saturday, March 14, 2015
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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