Old Memory Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is human weakness
That brings old memory to chase
Smile rushes
With parent’s affectionate face

How can I forget village’s show?
Silence prevails with no noise of crows
People gather in one place
To discuss the in and around cases

Farmers milk their animals
Provide fresh milk on their arrival
That sweetness still makes mouth wide open
An urge makes me anxious often

The ladies to openly discuss
Without making any fuss
The talks cover sad demise of anyone
Who has parted and gone

No rivalry exists of any sort
Innocent people always report
Their woes with pain and anguish
Late night discussion ends with nice finish

I wonder about misses
It merely rushes
On mind’s screen
With lovely image of scene