It Is High Time Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I look back and wonder
What a family name I hear?
It sounds good and I feel honored
How much they might have struggled and labored?

It is name that has brought us forward
No need to go into troubles or find words
It was done by forefathers to earn good name
Today we are here well placed and ready to claim

Mother’s name was always on top
Her contribution was always non-stop
She labored for entire family
It was blessings from almighty too

People reminded me of her contribution
She was all alone in family as strong foundation
Took everybody under her wings and sailed
Today we are all happy and smiled

What are we today if they were not our ancestors?
Are we not ungrateful successors?
On rare occasion we remember their contribution
And offer little bit charitable work and distribution

It is not the work of family alone
Country or nation too falls in same
We need and owe an explanation
That is bit sour side of relation

We can ask for forgiveness
But let us be not ungrateful on face
We must bow our head to their participation
For our being in future for comfortable position

It needs lot of effort
To land at near by port
Ship is in dilapidated condition
Yet that has been maintained in good condition

Let us pray and maintain link
History speaks about it for us to think
We may forget sometimes
Yet it is proper and high time