I Shall Love Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No mother on earth may sacrifice her child
Basically they are kind and very mild
The divine flow of mercy is in their blood
She is real supplier of essential food

It becomes more important
When some girls conceive ignorantly
Some do it by sheer madness in love
But ultimately it is make believe

Yes the love universal feeling
That can come any time whether one is willing or, not
The struggle has to be carried on
The forward journey is totally unknown

Even in such condition mother is prepared
To share any burden that is offered
She may stand like rock to defend baby
Even though the male counterpart has left her already

So mothers are respected all over
Even though they have to loose the shelter
And pass through great ordeal
Fir her it is “Do or die” deal

I shall salute her for this sacrifice
As she sand erect with no promise
She does not know what her stand will be
Yet she may look towards sky honorably and free