Gloom On Face Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Gloom on face

Nature serves well
But why we turn cruel?
Push old people to venture outside
spend the lonely life on bench so wide

Cool breeze remind
And gentle wind
That helped to build family
With blessing from an almighty

It was welcome home
With children playing out and come
I used to watch them with happiness
The smile was to rush always on face

Now birds have got strong wings
They have everything to sing
The branches provide all comforts
But we have lost resorts

Nothing has changed
Only I have aged
The bench reminds me of only place
Where I come and sit with gloomy face