My Childhood Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My childhood

Really special
And can treat it as unusual
It is mother's heaven
On earth even

Even word "mom" drives me happy
And leaves behind all worries
Who can be unfortunate in this world?
Who has not been told?

Even in hut
Mother has build
Same position as in big palace
For her it is lovely base

She is happy everywhere
With child near
She can face any danger
If driven crazy with an anger

My eyes get wet
When she states
About my childhood
With each word