Widow-Old Memory Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Widow-old memory
Wednesday,21st April 2021

When something goes against!
we don't remain at our best
this is testing time
we don't forget it at any time

we were loving
and believing
in the destiny
and left it in the hands of an almighty

we enjoyed our golden period
and always avoided
hot talk or arguments
and enjoyed each and every moment

one blow and we blew apart
she went to another part
I remained with my old cart
and started with no new things

years after, I happened to see her again
with children walking side by side
she was not the same
to claim beautiful charming face

I had no courage to face her
and showed it as if not to bother
I learned from others
she was a widower now

Dr Hasmukh Mehta