Mogaji Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Long time Mogaji*

Are you listening?
You were making it in early morning
With the help of your mother
You always burst into laughter

You had dreams in store
But you were worried more
You were like black pearl
Hair so long and curly

“People are staring when I go to market”
I come back in hurry and let
All people to look at
Many times I fought too

Yes all memories rush
And push me
Back to golden days
The life has many ways

You had troubled days
He marriage ran into difficult way
I don’t know where you are
But in my eyes “you were real star”

*Mogaji.. name