Gradual Transformation Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Open new page and write
Pick up the leaf and delight
The old chapter is likely to be over
There is no more space left for cover

Tree has life span
Even though they can not plan
They stand in defiance as tall and erect
Always ready with pride to act

Show nice gesture for human being
No difference is made between poor and king
Tree never forgets to offer fruits and shed
Whether they are treated nice or badly

Only wind acts as villain
Leaves are taken away from main braanch
It makes space for new leaves
The change is for us to believe

Sun shines with same intensity
It never looses charm and quality
It goes up and sets as usual
Life too must end casual

Leaves leave original place
Wind is finally in race
It shakes their strong belief
No leniency is shown as relief

I write about gradual transformation
For building good and stable relation
The man kind deserves to be peaceful
With no attachment but to be successful