For Little Girl Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

For little girl

Oh no, I always miss
It was divine bliss
I got you in home
In early morning to welcome

We all ran
With aggressive sound of then cry
Giving alarm of your arrival
I had debated with your mother to have daughter as proposal

Somehow we controlled our happiness
It was smile on our faces
We wanted female member in family
So daily prayed an almighty

I was so fond of little girl
With movement of little turn
Calling with confused language
Still cry, laugh and manage

Females are real drivers
With so much of sacrifice for others
Still getting no better treatment
And suffering with harassment

I saw her growth
With passing of each count of breathe
You are now full flower like rose
I run after you and chase

I feel so much
And try to reach
Even after your gaining adulthood
I try for little girl to be understood