Golden Time Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Golden Time



Golden time

All impound say "wow"
It was grit show
After absence of many days
As dark had swallowed rays

No one cares
And dares
About golden part of memory
Only to feel sorry

It is almost unforgettable
When you are near to your people
People of your choice
To match with your voice

It is cuckoo that airs
Melody in morning with fair
Echo in silent zone
The magic is done

No it is no miss
But bliss
When you see person after long time
It is certainly golden time

Golden Time
Saturday, May 28, 2016
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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