Their Home Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My garden is full
Life is successful
Children play here and there
I feel heaven is here

I love and smile
When look at them for a while
What a innocence on their face?
I thought it is lovely race

To be in this world
Is love to feel and to be told
Why to fear when we are blessed?
Think about others and stay stressed

But it deserves thought
The idea must be fought
Some kindness should be brought in
The plight of street children should also be seen

If god has given you enough
Think not it is sufficient to laugh
It may be momentary placed too
The truth lies somewhere else and it is true

Distribute liberally in kind
If you can afford and do not mind
Love to take care about orphan children
They are part of this beautiful garden

Hear sometime their pathetic tale
We may feel this world is living hell
They have no one to address as mom or dad
This makes them all the time sad

I have heard saying them
They are waiting for turn
Many juvenile homes are taking care
It is their home but still they fear