Old People Talk Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Home to feel
Life to mean
Journey to be purposeful
And man to be successful

Such should be the wish
Before one perishes
Success or failure
That is not to be taken seriously for future

We hear what old people talk
There was enough space to walk
Air was pure and river was sacred
We were never threatened

Today we live in crowd
Every where the noise is loud
Everything is polluted
Love has come to be hated

I would love to live
Among people to believe
Love and affection is the only way
To feel not lonely with pain and agony