Simply Fails Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Make any turn
You have to return
To old home
Where awaits welcome

It is well said
Home is an end
Of an universe
Where he once lived

Old memories
With friends and doggies
Oh! That small calf
Lying on road in half

Those small kids
Providing us funny leads
And we all drove towards river
To see calm and cold water

Those early bells of churches
And hymns from near by temples
All gave beautiful feeling for early risers
We all felt great and no misers

Such place is called heaven
Living temple for human
Where all sort of peace prevails
All worries and tension simply fails