Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

It is always


She is the only person
Liked by all for various reasons
She might be alive or dead
Her face is always read

Why god made her so kind?
She always cares for and remains mild
Ready to work fulfillment and desire
She shall come near, kiss and admire

Whether poor or rich
She is always within reach
With open heart and wide welcome
We are greeted with when come at home

She has one thing in mind
The child must see her and find
Loves child so much and moves around
She has ready made plan to play on ground

I miss her for simple reason
Why at all she should have gone?
I cry in her memory even today
She appears in dream and shows the way

I still feel her kind hand
Moving over head as friend
What a feeling of heavenly peace!
She is with me all the time at ease

Father is also remembered
But mom is always at the center
Heart moves with little flicker
I admire and always cry for her

Submitted: Friday, February 28, 2014
Edited: Friday, February 28, 2014

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