Her World Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Her world

Even if you use sea as an ink
You will still blink
Words may find no place
If mother is made choice

No object on land
Even your close friend
May compete with mother
As she is your creator

She has given you shape
Always remained awake and did not sleep
Till your cry voice was heard
She had found her world

What did she do?
Her joy was found through
Your birth on this lovely land
You were her simple end

World had stopped at her gate
You were luck and fate
She simple took you in lap
Fed with her own milk and even slapped

So she is your god
Who has always rod
On quite new fancy
You are now her vision and dreamy world