When It Turns Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

When weather turns
It adds concern
Lot more inconvenience
And horrible experience

You can’t predict
Or insist
It is really gift from nature
And it makes you unsure

It may freeze
With hardening of leaves on trees
Streets shall be deserted
No movement may be started

Men have turned selfish
So ponds too with fishes
Sky may spell cruel tendency
With happy blessings from an almighty

Let us not change
Due to mood and age
Try to be objective and accommodative
But not always selective