My Lovely Daughter Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Daughters are so dear
Lovable and offer
Always cheers with innocent words
I always look at thank lord

Yes their embrace is missed
Their innocent language is teased
I wonder what she will be doing
At far away place and studying

I feel proud
And speak loud
About her in person
As she has proved with reasons

She has stood on her feet
For many years she has shown fitness
Mentally as well as bodily
I grace her happily

She speak in low tone
I too remember the days gone
"Papa. Papa" I hear the words and get moved
Her impression as flower in mind shall never be removed

I wish her success
And pray lord to prove with all access
She has braved her self in the field
Where as son has only position to be held