Old Memories Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Old Memories

Wednesday, January 17,2018
2: 53 PM

It often invades
And forbids
To shed tears on anniversary
As the soul has travelled to an almighty

She or he might have been very dear
And lived to ourselves very close or near
It becomes unbearable for those
Who might have sweet memory or presence?

She had 5 daughters and was kind soul
She may visit and give call
To enquire and ask about health
This she continued upto her death

She was often called "Lilabaa"or Jamadar*
As she was strict disciplinarian
She will stand for correctness
And tell, if any thing, wrong on face

Today she is no more
But we still adore
And miss her absence
We still remember her wise sense