What Worries Me! Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I look back and remember those golden years
When husband used to air nice words in ears
I used to wait for him to knock the door
I was attached and waited therefore

Today I have very large family like big tree
The roots have gone deep and can make happy and free
All grandsons come near and hug with love
I hold them in arms, run after them and forcefully drive

I sink in past and tears automatically rush
There was time when I was forced to move round the bush
Make all excuses and strive hard to keep them intact
As every single coin was needed desperately in fact

I was never getting tired of life but needed more
Even though I had bare minimum but felt contended therefore
I wanted children to come up well on their own feet
Face all the difficulties and honorably meet

The life is not that easy to be sailed smoothly
Time comes when you are treated unwell and roughly
Old parents loose their charm and dominant place
They are sometimes seen as unwanted and useless

I have experienced such behavior in recent times
To advise with few words is taken as an affront and crime
Time is not far off when you will be shown the exit
The only position waited so far is to accept and greet

I am not saying something different
It looks as if reality and in no time be apparent
It eats me up with lots of worry
Time is not far off when they may come up with sorry

This is life cycle and may definitely repeat
Many may see it differently and feel the heat
Let there be blowing of different wind too
Each family may not face the same to be true

I have nothing to worry and look back
There is not much left to be and packed
It is open secret and known to all
I have always responded them with lovely call