Time Played Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is natural fragrance
That is felt at once
It needs no medium
But moves like pendulum

We miss and remember
All he family members
But for friends
It is special bond

When they return
And turn
To show their face
It is turning phase

We are speechless
And bring smile on face
We feel fortunate
And openly relate

I wish to give full freedom
And forgive with wisdom
That “time” has played cruel role
Now it is time to respond nice call