North Wind Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

North wind blows cold
As if to root out person from strong fold
Take to far off land
Where live only friends

Her soul is not bare
But defies odd and dares
No weather can deter her
She is known traveler

She may not stop
Her life is not flop
She is determined
Life is well defined

She is racing with age
Yet fully committed without any rage
To write on golden page
That she is out of cage

The tree has lost all its leaves
Yet she firmly believes
"Life is not that all bare"
Some one has to take care

Life for her is still barren
No garden can cum up again
It is her life story
One has to think strongly and feel no sorry

Life was not all that good with glitters
But had to bear with full length and shoulder
The pain and agony had its own tale
She has swam across ocean like whale

No wind can turn her cold
She has her own destiny and fold
She has new world to live in
Life has no loss but only gain

Listen to her grief
But it may be very brief
"Life must go on" she says
Bravely she faces all and stays

Trees may turn green again
The life too is likely the same
Energize it with full vigor
Live king size with honor

Life may end at anytime
But that is destined to all with time
North wind may take its toll
As it is nature's final call