He Shall Hold Hand Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

He Shall Hold Hand



Mother is no more helpless
With arrival of her princess
She has brought smiles
And happiness of golden style

Her eyes bear happy tears
Now she nothing to bear
Express no fears
And to keep open ears

She is stepping further
Age is taking her
From childhood colors
To youthful floor

She has her own world
The school has taught and told
“Be brave and face”
Time is to realize and chase

Everything is left behind
With new find of husband
He is her future boat
With happiness she has to float

She has to be an ideal woman
For her dream man
As he shall hold hand for times to come
Life shall always be beautiful and welcome

He Shall Hold Hand
Sunday, March 15, 2015
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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 15 March 2015

xShe has brought smiles to be an ideal woman. Her high dream makes this poem special and she holds the memory of child well. 2 hours ago by Kumarmani Mahakul |

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 15 March 2015

She has brought smiles to be an ideal woman. Her high dream makes this poem special and she holds the memory of child well. 2 hours ago by Kumarmani Mahakul to He shall hold hand

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 15 March 2015

Mother is no more helpless With arrival of her princess

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