Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Poems

Oh, dear angel and my only daughter
You may be cursing me as your most hated mother
But dear daughter I was left with no other
Your birth pushed me in dark with lot more to bother
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Widow comes in existence with husband's exit
Painful memories to last with shaky feet
Whole life is in dark with no solution in sight
Life becomes burden and nothing goes right
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Moon may not be seen any more
Once upon a time we praised and adored her
In full lime light and show as gorgeous
She had become over night famous
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Not a day might have been passed
From your memory to be glanced
Such a happy and long union
With a long time wife as companion
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Who has made me sleepless?
Who has taken away all my happiness?
Why have I changed a lot?
What in turn have I got?
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"He is not to be trusted" I heard
I thought it was reference for me to be told
I picked it right and just pondered
What should be thought of as it was offered!
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'I looked above and tried to find'
Those lovely eyes which were so kind
I trusted her and remained completely dependent
She was around me all the time and present
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It fascinates me always
Whenever see the woman on the way
While carrying the child in both the hands
I dream about happy world and dreamland
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Why at all she needs to be explained
Her dignity and honor is all the time maintained
Not even god fathers but god even preferred her womb
Her fingers move with kindness instead of comb
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I breathed heavily
As it pinched me really
Nothing could save me
From feeling easy and free
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