Human Garden Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

We call it human garden
Where children descend from heaven
With the blessings from the god
As per the direction from lord

How can we compare
And dare
For their innocence
They are pleasing us with their presence

Home becomes entertainment place
They always play and chase
Make noises and break the toys
Notorious are mostly boys

They know love language
And act as per age
They run for good treatment
Parent always needs improvement

Children make their time really worth
They dare even early death
Their eyes feel coolness
And smile rushed on the face