Old May Suffer Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Worry not as it may add more
To pathetic woes waiting in store
No one may do any favor
As old age is only honor

It is social turn
Where no one cares about plight or run
Old may suffer and face the fun
The words fly like bullets from gun

It may not kill body
But cause grievous and keep ready
It is not only neglect
But uncharitable act

Old people provide guidance
Make to understand life at once
Life is not troublesome journey
And so on, to show the thankfulness to almighty

Many houses find unique style
Old are still adored and smiled
Their presence is appreciated
The house smells fragrance and related

Generally now there is different trend
Old people are neglected and sent
To old age homes for rest of the life
To spend and experience as an edge of knife

It is good sign but not everywhere
Many houses witness it no where
They continue to face harsh words
Only await death with prayer to lord