Where Are The Old Days? Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Where are the old days?
Wednesday,5th May 2021

life was beautiful and enterprising
with full of zeal and surprising
parents were simple and down to an earth
we rarely watched the people go with death

very calm nature and shining day
that was our way of living
and believing in simplicity
the people love each other with no feeling of inferiority

the school was a model example
it was based on the old principles
love with a caring attitude and approach
we had reached some highest level

festivals and celebrations
it belonged to us with lots of excitations
no enmity and no bitter feelings
we all acted as well behaved human beings

as time moved on
it has shown
its true colour
with snatching of our dignity and honour

we have not only become materialistic
but bloodthirsty and unrealistic
noble services have gone on minting money
there is a show of no mercy and pity

doctors act with selfishness
politicians act with self-interest
country and society witness it with helplessness
where has gone the smile on the face?

Dr Hasmukh Mehta
D, Litt, Folt