Past Days Are Means Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Past days are means to remember
Sit in one side of the house corner
Close the eyes and deep into past
They rush in to rule very fast

They occupy the seat and make you feel
As if everything is happening at will
You are made super hero to rule
Rest everybody looks zero and fool

Well, it is nice to remember and enjoy
Some of the sweet past is matter of joy
Why we enjoy is not the matter for concern
Why do they rush all of sudden is question

It dragged me to the question of engagement
Where I had to face ugly scene of arguments
The girl and her father were adamant for marriage
I was reluctant to go for it at early age

Even though it had ended happily
I was thinking about it as silly
What would have happened if that had ended in failure?
Now I enjoyed happy life so I won’t be able to answer

“Girl in life” no, no I used to assert
I shall not go for it that early and subvert
Any plan if that comes forward
It had become joke and I had to bite the word

It is nice to have memory
It is good to feel and certainly necessary
Some of the idle moments make us to think
We are lucky enough to go through and sink