Sit And Think Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

These are signs of disasters
We were not taught by our masters
We were all youngsters
Their reflection of past years

We were told in specific terms
About evil effect of each turn
Probably they might have experienced
We were truly meant to be raised

I recall those early days
When we were finding ways
Parents had no knowledge about changing world
"Some of the high positions" the children may hold

Their ambition was to part only education
Bring them up in with no more puzzling questions
It was their entire concern and worry
We too were happy and ready

Today I see our grand children
Their mind really burn
For more and more knowledge
They are our master in such small age

They are quick to solution
Run for quick answers to the questions
They have no time to sit and think
Who knows what they want to write with ink?