In Me Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Child in me
Makes to feel free
No worry and no hurry
Only innocence to carry

I love to play
And go away
On the field
The position to be held

With all those words
People call it from lords
Truth and no hollowness
That is seen on face

Always love in store
People praise and adore
“Lovely child and coolness to eyes”
People come, praise and try

I put hands around
Mon is kind and always found
Father looks upon with great future
I find some kind gesture

I feel as if only one
Treated well and time is gone
Childhood passes off with spring
I loose innocence and not called king