A Love For Papa Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Do you know papa?
How much I love you as Kid?
I am on earth but have no such lid,
How to express words but make strong bid,
All because of you papa,

Mom gave me all happiness in life,
Not looked so beautiful but stayed as your wife,
Life was not easy for her but an edge of knife,
She still lived on and you too know it papa,

You gave us all what we needed,
We too never asked but you always heeded,
Papa only your affection we always wanted,
Mom stayed cool and home she stayed,

You being gorgeous and even so gracious,
life was smooth and even so precious,
Never in our life we remained so conscious,
Life did not stop and ran as continuous,

You were so kind and also generous,
Never we thought, you can be vicious,
Next to HIM and we thought you so pious,
Like beautiful flowers as pond’s have lotus,

You were real beacon and remained our guide,
we found no ills and you also never hide,
Always you did good and made us confide,
Shun all narrow thoughts still so wide

You were towering strength,
tried to measure length but not found,
Inferno in mind but mild at heart,
Never shown wildness but always smart,

Mom kind and easy still totally unaware,
Stayed even calm even warned to be aware,
It was her life thus preferred ignore,
Slept she well in night with big snore,

Never was hitch or problem of any kind,
nature also stayed cool and blew no wind,
Never rough weather and solution we find,
All his words as gospel and we always bind,

Altogether we lead and shared it lovely,
happy was life and felt it homely,
Not always you found earth so heavenly,
Credit to goes to none but attitude fatherly,

I prayed God to shower us with bless,
bestow on us father kind and no less,
Let all know better what the myth is called love,
who knows better than the water and dove,

I shall love you more and to cherish,
Even to my breath till I perish,
Life you may have hard or lavish,
I shall end word with papa and finish,

What could be life without your being?
No happy moments and no song to sing,
Not sincere prayer and church’s bell ring,
All will be slaves not without a king,

Papa should I tell you or do you know?
Light may be there but the lamp not glow,
heavy may be storm and wind also blow,
in your absence it will be hard to grow,

Nothing can dislodge and wash us away,
flood water can keep us only at bay,
Still we may stick and remain in fray,
Till you have sway and your final way