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