Forgotten Spring Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I have forgotten spring
That used to bring
New colors in life's charm
In the morning I used to feel really warm

I heard little chirping
With interruption, it was keeping
The melodious voice
Which I heard with promise

I am very much glad
But who did care when I was sad?
I searched all over
She was heard never

Life has ups and down
On day we all will disappear of our own
Not laving traces behind
For people to find

It speaks of great length
If you have real strength
Love is so powerful weapon
It crates peace, stability and heaven

Charity too is needed
Some of the life's years have to be conceded
It needs personal dip with care
I feel about tears that poor bear?