I Thank God Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I Thank God

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I thank God for having sent me here,
What did I bring? Bare body and no wear,
No sense, nothing to see, only to hear,
Opening eyes slowly and gently with fear,

Rotated in womb like spindle
Breathed inside wall but still able,
Counting days to herald in life,
Still inborn and time not rife,

As moments approach with pain,
Blood rush up and run in vain,
Belly shrink and push lower and lower
Life to beat to the knowledge of fewer,

Surrounding gear up and come to live,
Clock may sign as the time of five,
Womb thread severance still a bond,
Contentment of mother with new love fond,
Adding of small fish in fresh pond,

So much sparkle of joy all over,
Happiness spread worry disappear,
Think of future and for birthday year,
Wanting all kids to shout and fill the ear,

Just half open and half close flower,
What may be future with just no answer?
Will I be bright star or lost in black night?
Future may only tell what should be right.,

Is it because we are here only by chance?
Or is it blessings of HIM only for once,
So is the message clear and open for all,
Have we not to go back at his call?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rupa Shah 04 August 2009

i thank god for everything...10

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Suresh Vakil 04 August 2009

for existence you must thank always...10

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Vinod Karmakar 06 August 2009

for affording me an opportunity....10

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Shilpa Maheswari 08 August 2009

wemust really thank the god....10

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Santoksingh Jadeja 08 August 2009

u should always thank god....10

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Dr Dillip K Swain 04 December 2022

Thank you so much dear poet for sharing this valuable poem.

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Darshna Chopra 18 October 2009

Rotated in womb like spindle Breathed inside wall but still able, Counting days to herald in life, Still inborn and time not rife,

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Sachin Goswami 17 October 2009

As moments approach with pain, Blood rush up and run in vain,

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Kamlesh Ambalal 17 October 2009

Rotated in womb like spindle Breathed inside wall but still able, Counting days to herald in life, Still inborn and time not rife,

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Raju Rajput 11 August 2009

od is everything for us....10

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India
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