Whistle In Air Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Whistle in air

I welcome any change
That you bring with an age
I enjoyed as child
And now as youth in cold

The spring is around
And I have found
Many good things around
The change seems to me very sound

It was always desired
And admired too
Why one stage is afraid of?
When there is enough to enjoy and laugh at

If old does not take leave
And allow new things to live on
I think the cycle may stagnate
The new change may have no bearing to state

So I whistle in air
And look fair
As if I go carelessly
With all that I have already