Dishes Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Dishes

Children are precious
And make us joyous
To forget about agony and pain
And always help to remain happily

And if they have shown
And grown
In our later age
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We love their innocent talk
While we walk
And listen to their stories
That has no message to carry

They have fancy for birthday
And eagerly await everyday
They query it often to parents
And wait for good presents

We oblige them and agree
Celebrate with fun fare and call invitees
To attend for well wishes
And enjoy the delicious dishes