Everything To Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

She is everything to me
Angel, mother, sister and like fruit laden tree
I take refuge in home everyday
But peace of mind only when she stands on the way

'Oh! You are cursed dear friend' friends may utter
'As your happy life may soon end' I look a them and sare
They saw misfortune in the birth of baby girl
It was now me who felt it as good turn

I wondered at their silly arguments
Was it real cause to feel and resent?
Why was her birth connected with misfortune?
I failed to understand their logic and tune

When I am fully satisfied with His arrangement
Why such out cry at all on earth with His adjustment?
Either it is with divine mission or assigned with separate role
There is no discrimination or distinction for their call

Why females have special role to play?
Why have we not given any importance or say?
She is the only living creature that god had preferred
To find safe refuge in her womb and not to suffer

I have given clarity and may do so in future too
The daughters are specially sent and it is true
They have passion, compassion and kind heart
For all of us to enjoy her association as an art

We know for sure that it is women alone
That have stood for all values and almost done
Earned recognition and fame along with devotion
So we bow our head in any of the relation

Let them come on earth without any hindrances
It is their legitimate right to live as sacred chance
Life is considered precious and they can perform better
We got to realize this fact sooner or later