I Shall Never Forget

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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I shall never forget Poverty days that had lasted late It had deprived me of many seasons It had solid reasons too Parent could do little As they were always in trouble They could hardly raise me With all that needed under tree But they proved as strong trunk Covered me with green leaves to think How can parent bring their child dearly? And make him feel to lead happily Yes those days were like golden time Even today I miss them sometimes I miss sweetness of its essence The poverty was blessings like chance Today they are no more to see What I could do when pursued Life with noble mission I have nothing more for admission Life has autumn and spring They have lot more to bring Makes one to feel about times Whether it was bad or good times

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