Those Golden Days Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Those Golden Days

Monday, February 26,2018
6: 47 AM

I sit back and think
I try to write with an ink
It floods like memory flash
Makes me serious and clash

Parents had poor background
Still, I found
Warmth with love and care
The gesture was rarest of rare

Children of all the countries may have same feelings
They may grow well with future happenings
Yet childhood days may never be forgotten
I sit in corner with tears and remember them even

This is the only spot
That rushes to report
Or reminds of those past days
and that takes you away from the reality

Who can give us back those days?
Only memory can beblessed
This is such treasure
That assures you complete happiness