Maa The Mother Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Maa ka sambandh hi sabse nyara aur nirala hai
Tulana karne jaobhi to kar pana mushkil hai
Kaise keh paoge samadar ki dasstan ko
Pura sagar sama loge fir bhi na likh paoge


Mother is different in all the relations
It is difficult to find any kind of equations
How can you narrate depth of the ocean?
The water used in pen will be less even


Bacchi me, biwi me aur ma me vohi sachha ansha hai
Jise bhulana chahoge fir bhi bhulana mushkil hai
Har dam uska haath aap ke sarper sada rahega
Jiven me khushiyo ko sada bator le aayega

Little girl, wife and mother are integral part
You may not be able to forget even if live separate
Her loving hand will always be on your head
Will always bless you with happiness to lead


Salam karo ya per chhuo pur swarag idhar hi hai
Dil ki baat mano to duaoka yehi bhandar hai
Ham na chuka payenge uski jehmat ka mol
Baki to sab mahenge fir bhi mil gayenge tol

Heaven is here if you bow your head and touch the feet
If you listen to the heart she is full of grace to meet
We will never be able to repay her debt
Rest all may be precious items purchased and kept


“Maa” ka nam lekar pareshaniyan dur ho jayegi
Dur rehkar bhi duaonki barsat karvayegi
Ghar aapka bhara bhara aur aabad rahega
Bura sochega uska bura hoga aur sukhi na reh payega

Just say ”mom “ and you will be relieved from worries
She shall bless you with all fortune and always carry
With her bad omens and wish you happy home
You shall be cursed if think bad and not be welcomed