Swing In Air Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I swing in air with speed
Come down and read
The movement of time
I think seriously many times

I am still in my teens
But happy being
Still loved in family
And called sweetly

I see many friends around
They have grown rapidly on ground
Now they are shy with growth
Keep some distance and keep mind with

I too realize
And sensationalize
With my teen’s habit
I rush t them and lovingly greet

One day, I shall be fully grown
With name known
Yes, they stare at me with hungry eyes
And with shine in eyes, try