Treasure Island

hasmukh amathalal

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

It Is Wish


It is wish with simple finish
Everything is credited to“ish” (God)
In her words, only blessings are sought
She is selfless and no where caught

Mother may desire
With internal happiness to admire
That child grows under the sun rays
And progresses night and days

She forgets her pain
And thinks about no gain
Her only asset is sun or daughter
That makes her to burst into laughter

Father may falter
Sister may utter
Friends may desert
But she is always there to support

Such kind of mother is here on earth
She has blessings for us till death
No one wishes her to suffer at the end time
Bows head and seeks blessings all the times

Can we imagine why almighty preferred her womb?
Even miracle could have been done by thumb
They could directly descend on earth too
But no they wanted to feel agony and pain along with death

It will be less homage
Even if thousands of bows you mange
We come across many brave tales
It is mother who does it purely not to fail

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 02, 2013

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