Child In Our Home Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It hurts most when dear one is lost
Mentally shaken, bodily broken and paying heavy cost
Lovely child has occupied beautiful mind
What a pain and agony when not to find

"We have rose like child in our home" wrote brother
You are father now and so is nice health of mother
He was third child after marriage and I was thrilled
My heart was full of joy and completely filled

I was to be her bed side when the date was given
I impatiently waited for that day to be driven
I was divinely shine on her face with satisfaction
She was damn happy with our growing relation

I was back from frontier posting and had left her home
We are expecting new born and awaited welcome
Nothing happened in those days of my leave period
She carried on with no result and left me annoyed

After resumption of my duty I received good news
I was unlucky to be her side and clearly view
Still I was happy that it was over with no more difficulty
I prayed earnestly and bowed head silently

"God has taken over your child" brother lamented loss
New born was dead after few days with many questions to pose
He was not afforded good treatment as doctors were on leave
It was vacation period and they were in hurry to leave

I rushed home and took the stock of situation
She was in deep shock and out of normal continuation
I felt helplessness at sudden departure of child
But alas! If that was the destiny we should not act as blind

Accept the fate and come to the terms
We all have to go one by one in turn
But sometime it derails out thoughts
We go blank and unnecessary advice is sought